Post by Yamcha on Oct 12, 2010 21:43:28 GMT -5
The young warrior, scourge of all evil, popular amongst the ladies, and the only guy who could eat fifteen hot dogs in only thirt-seven seconds, the mighty Yamcha! Guys envied him, women adored him. But as the mighty Yamcha walked through the streets, there was a big powerful man, watching and waiting for him. No one knew when he was going to strike.
The man who plotted Yamcha's defeat was about six feet tall, big powerful arms and a bikers outfit. He looked pretty bad and all, but all he had was cockiness, so he thought he could take on Yamcha did he? Well...
Yamcha accepted the challenge, seem when you get a mysterious note under your door about someone who wants to try and beat your face in, naturally you accept the challenge right? So throwing the gi on himself and messing with his black spiky hair, the warrior Yamcha flew towards the arena where the challenger had said to go.
Landing down upon the arena, he smirked at the big man, his power level couldn't be higher than ohhhhh, ten maybe fifteen, easy win! Yamcha looked at the guy his face reading confidence as he said,
"Why do it dude? Whatcha gonna gain outta fighting me? Money? Women? Power? Psssshhhh, I have all of those and more, your nothing but a push-over, well... *sigh* come at me then..."
The big man cracked his knuckles, a metallic sound coming from them, wait what? But it was too late, a punch flying into his face, OW! What the f**k was in that punch!? As Yamcha flew back, the large man said in a thick metallic voice,
"This is Unit #1146, termination of target Yamcha is in session..."
The wierdo started walking towards him, Yamcha blindly looked at him, unsure of what the heck was happening. He took a stance of the "Wolf Fang Fist" a style of martial arts created by him. Preparing to lay the son of a jackass low, he fired three rapid punches at his body, only to have tears spring to his eyes and grab his knuckles.
Holy crap! This guy was a metal behemoth! Yamcha shook his hand off, how the heck do you beat down a metal guy?! Yamcha looked around the arena, it was commonly used as a fight night sorta place, where all the future baddies came to throw a few at one another...
Yamcha got a clever idea, taken from his days as a street fighter, metal was heavy no? He leg swept towards the metal guy, the leg smacking the guy off balance, (athough pain shot through Yamcha's leg.) He stoo up and limped towards him, if this worked right then, as metal is heavy, the metal guy shouldn't be able to get up... Right?
Wrong...
The metal guy shot up and threw another one into Yamcha's gut. Yamcha's face twisted into one of pain, oh man he needed to work out more... The pain was intense! He mentally counted the areas that were in pain,
1. Knuckles
2. Back
3. Chest
4. Stomach
5. Leg
Holy jeez, that was a lot, and now. He was going to die here, in a friggin arena... Surrounded by no one... Yamcha looked up at the guy...
And then...
Rage!!
"No way some donkey faced metal guy is gonna beat me! Not the mighty Yamcha!!! HAAAOOOOOO!"
He became really enraged, his ki pouring into all areas of his body as he became stronger, He jumped into the air and flew a foot right at the metal guys chest. Smacking into him and knocking him down, Yamcha didn't hesitate, even though he was raged he cared about his life.
Flying out of the arena, he took off towards Master Roshi's Kami House. Someone needed to nurse off his wounds, but if the metal guy was still allive...
Yamcha had a feeling this wasn't the last time he would see the metal guy, deep down. Call it a gut feeling, but this wasn't the last time he would fight this fool...
[Part 1 of 7 Completed!]
Total Word Count: 671
The man who plotted Yamcha's defeat was about six feet tall, big powerful arms and a bikers outfit. He looked pretty bad and all, but all he had was cockiness, so he thought he could take on Yamcha did he? Well...
Yamcha accepted the challenge, seem when you get a mysterious note under your door about someone who wants to try and beat your face in, naturally you accept the challenge right? So throwing the gi on himself and messing with his black spiky hair, the warrior Yamcha flew towards the arena where the challenger had said to go.
Landing down upon the arena, he smirked at the big man, his power level couldn't be higher than ohhhhh, ten maybe fifteen, easy win! Yamcha looked at the guy his face reading confidence as he said,
"Why do it dude? Whatcha gonna gain outta fighting me? Money? Women? Power? Psssshhhh, I have all of those and more, your nothing but a push-over, well... *sigh* come at me then..."
The big man cracked his knuckles, a metallic sound coming from them, wait what? But it was too late, a punch flying into his face, OW! What the f**k was in that punch!? As Yamcha flew back, the large man said in a thick metallic voice,
"This is Unit #1146, termination of target Yamcha is in session..."
The wierdo started walking towards him, Yamcha blindly looked at him, unsure of what the heck was happening. He took a stance of the "Wolf Fang Fist" a style of martial arts created by him. Preparing to lay the son of a jackass low, he fired three rapid punches at his body, only to have tears spring to his eyes and grab his knuckles.
Holy crap! This guy was a metal behemoth! Yamcha shook his hand off, how the heck do you beat down a metal guy?! Yamcha looked around the arena, it was commonly used as a fight night sorta place, where all the future baddies came to throw a few at one another...
Yamcha got a clever idea, taken from his days as a street fighter, metal was heavy no? He leg swept towards the metal guy, the leg smacking the guy off balance, (athough pain shot through Yamcha's leg.) He stoo up and limped towards him, if this worked right then, as metal is heavy, the metal guy shouldn't be able to get up... Right?
Wrong...
The metal guy shot up and threw another one into Yamcha's gut. Yamcha's face twisted into one of pain, oh man he needed to work out more... The pain was intense! He mentally counted the areas that were in pain,
1. Knuckles
2. Back
3. Chest
4. Stomach
5. Leg
Holy jeez, that was a lot, and now. He was going to die here, in a friggin arena... Surrounded by no one... Yamcha looked up at the guy...
And then...
Rage!!
"No way some donkey faced metal guy is gonna beat me! Not the mighty Yamcha!!! HAAAOOOOOO!"
He became really enraged, his ki pouring into all areas of his body as he became stronger, He jumped into the air and flew a foot right at the metal guys chest. Smacking into him and knocking him down, Yamcha didn't hesitate, even though he was raged he cared about his life.
Flying out of the arena, he took off towards Master Roshi's Kami House. Someone needed to nurse off his wounds, but if the metal guy was still allive...
Yamcha had a feeling this wasn't the last time he would see the metal guy, deep down. Call it a gut feeling, but this wasn't the last time he would fight this fool...
[Part 1 of 7 Completed!]
Total Word Count: 671