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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:34 pm
If it had been like the West fight. (Which Sammy thankfully knew nothing about still.) It would have been much worse. Nothing sucked more then straight FEAR fueled bones cracking in the face. At least this time they had padding!
"Yeah well when you were standing up father then I could reach it really makes a headshot hard to hit. Damn tree of a lizzard." She remarked before stepping in to throw another quick shot. "You can't handle the championship yet boy, and if you've got those legs how bout using em throw a kick and mix it up beanstock!" She wasn't trying to be rude, but all the tall joke nicknames where his own fault after mentioning his legs. Those things where freaking huge.
Sure enough she spent too much time focusing on his legs now that she got clocked in the head clean as day. "Okay okay I take it back you might be ready after all! Round three round three!"
Stumbling back she laughed as the world spun. This was a damn good fight.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:43 pm
Name calling or not, he just laughed and sneered a little when his hit made contact. "You wouldn't want me to kick you. I might poke an eye out." With that Bul flexed his toes with the mat and had to resist the impulse to scratch it. "Beanstock, that's one I haven't heard.."
He was excited for round three and happy that they had to break a tie because they were so well matched. Aside from the height of course.
Mocking an announcer voice (and a little crowd hissing) Bul chanted energetically while dancing around the ring. "And in this corner Sammy Shoekicker versus Unrelenting Unstabul- The match of the century- The king versus the rookie!" he was of course referring to Sammy as the king.
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Miliardo Kason rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:47 pm
"You can try and kick me, those things are so long I could see em coming a mile away." Unlike that last punch she mussed to herself. Still she would make up for it as she shook off the last of the spinning dizzyness that followed a blow to the head.
This was it, time to break the tie and see who would win the christening of the ring match up.
"Well I'm glad someone round here knows who the king of the ring is at least!" With that she stepped in again, ducking low and weaving side to side as Bul put up a series of blows. She just needed to get in his reach. A little closer. A few blows bounced off her as she moved in and there it was; the window she needed to let loose two jabs to the chest, another shot to the gut. She didn't come out unscathed her own shoulders and arms aching from all the blocking, it was definitely close.
"And that green bean Bul, is why I'm King of the Ring baby." She said with an exhausted laugh falling back against the ropes behind her grinning like a fool.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 5:11 pm
If only he had stretched his legs up in time to dodge the determining blow from Sammy's reach. The punches landed one by one into his stomach and he had to step back after to avoid getting too whomped.
"Yep, you're the king!" Bul rubbed his stomach and started to pull off his gloves. "But only by a hair, yanno," he winked. Never really a sore loser, the boil let himself walk away with a second loss. At least they weren't by landslides. When he played his very own game of snotball with Levi he got a lesson beaten into him. Technically speaking.
"Man yeah lets get this running on a large scale. It's not fun to just kinda play. Gotta have an audience. The adrenaline is amazing."
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 5:14 pm
Sammy bounced off the ropes eventually slipping off her own gloves offering Bul a pat on the sho- the back, yeah the shoulder was a bit to high and was waaaay to awkward.
"Indeed by a hair, like I said, kick boxing, you'll love it trust me with legs like that? Yeah." Collecting their gloves she wandered out the ring to put it all away before strolling back over. "Yes a crowd, I think the fitness club should have a mixed martial art contest. All fighting styles go, we can get a betting pool and prizes too I bet."
"Though with classes ending we might not be able to do it till next school year..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:20 am
"Meh, I bet a lot of people are staying over the summer. I know I am. Folks' home is pretty boring, not enough room to run around kick beat and stomp stuff.." Bul smiled. "Either way... I'm gonna start practicing kick boxing here for sure. Maybe then I'll be a shoo-in champion eh?"
The idea of sending a whomping kick into anyone's gut was pleasing. Very pleasing. Only he'd have to remind himself not to lob off anyone's skulls.
"Thanks for the match Sammy, I think I'll be seeing you round, eh?"
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