Post by Yamcha on Oct 16, 2010 16:26:08 GMT -5
Prelim day, of the annual Whoop Ass Tournament, a tournament inspired by all the guys that love to do only one thing, Whoop Ass! Yamcha was one of those guys, he was gathered with his group of usual spar partners, but Yamcha had the unique advantage today, his trainings as of late were making him really tough, with a power level of at least three hundred and seventy five under his belt, so as usual he was his cocky self as of today.
Yamcha looked around, observing the competition, hmmmmmmm... No new fighters today, but who could be sure? The group he hung with was the normal group, new fighters could just be off hiding with one another.
He shrugged, the tournament was starting, but as the first few fighters lined up for the day, Yamcha saw a figure that made his eyes widen in alarm...
It was metal-face! Someone who had almost killed Yamcha a few weeks ago, he was fighting today? Yamcha took a deep breath, no he was alright. He was much stronger than he had used to be, he knew better techniques, he was a tough fighter! He could take this guy on!
The day started, there were some great fights and bets were being cast all over the arena, even some of the judges were placing their money for fighters, but there were two expected to move on to the finals, Yamcha (of course) was one of them, but metal-face was the other.
Metal-face had been taking down some of Yamcha's toughest friends, including Bones, who had clocked in with a power level of three hundred. Yamcha began to sweat slightly, with only a seventy five increase on bones, did he really stand a chance against this metal behemoth?
Well, it was soon time to find out, for Yamcha and Metal-face were indeed the final two fighters of the tournament, with a hundred zeni on the line and a spot within the world martial arts tourney. Who knew which fighter was going to take the spot.
Yamcha and Metal-face lined up, ready to do battle with one another, Yamcha smirked at metal face and said mockingly,
"It's not gonna be like last time Ass-Face! I'm a lot stronger now!"[/b]
Metal remained motionless, hmmmm... He was starting to be really creepy. Yamcha stared at him...
How would the fight go?
[Part 4 of 4 COMPLETED]
[Total Word Count: 394]
Yamcha looked around, observing the competition, hmmmmmmm... No new fighters today, but who could be sure? The group he hung with was the normal group, new fighters could just be off hiding with one another.
He shrugged, the tournament was starting, but as the first few fighters lined up for the day, Yamcha saw a figure that made his eyes widen in alarm...
It was metal-face! Someone who had almost killed Yamcha a few weeks ago, he was fighting today? Yamcha took a deep breath, no he was alright. He was much stronger than he had used to be, he knew better techniques, he was a tough fighter! He could take this guy on!
The day started, there were some great fights and bets were being cast all over the arena, even some of the judges were placing their money for fighters, but there were two expected to move on to the finals, Yamcha (of course) was one of them, but metal-face was the other.
Metal-face had been taking down some of Yamcha's toughest friends, including Bones, who had clocked in with a power level of three hundred. Yamcha began to sweat slightly, with only a seventy five increase on bones, did he really stand a chance against this metal behemoth?
Well, it was soon time to find out, for Yamcha and Metal-face were indeed the final two fighters of the tournament, with a hundred zeni on the line and a spot within the world martial arts tourney. Who knew which fighter was going to take the spot.
Yamcha and Metal-face lined up, ready to do battle with one another, Yamcha smirked at metal face and said mockingly,
"It's not gonna be like last time Ass-Face! I'm a lot stronger now!"[/b]
Metal remained motionless, hmmmm... He was starting to be really creepy. Yamcha stared at him...
How would the fight go?
[Part 4 of 4 COMPLETED]
[Total Word Count: 394]