Post by Yamcha on Oct 17, 2010 13:48:53 GMT -5
[It's short, but I am busy today so blah!]
Metal-face and Yamcha stared at each other, both seemed to be scanning each other, Yamcha felt his energy rising, probably the increased power of all his previous fights. He felt good, with a slight chuckle he got into the stance of his user created martial art, the Wolf Fang Fist, the trademark style of Yamcha, he taught it to no one, but who knows? Maybe someone else just picked it up from him.
"Come on Metal-face! Come get some Yamcha!"[/b]
The metal faced behemoth smiled at him, with his metallic voice he rang out fairly loudly,
"Increasing power level to match target, power level now six hundred."[/b]
What the hell? He could increase his power level?! Yamcha could feel the rising power of the metal-faced foe. How was it possible to win against him?! All he did was just increase to match Yamcha's power, how do you defeat someone of your exact strength? Maybe even more?
He would HAVE to win or be defeated, it was all down to him, balls to the wall. His career, his life, and getting Bella all came down to this. So, time to do this!
Yamcha howled, his power spiking at the max, he rushed at the metal guy, punching him in the gut, but he didn't worry about the pain coursing through his fingers, only about crushing this guy and getting his title!
Their fight was epic and bashing, both contenders began to show signs of fatigue and wear and tear. Yamcha's knuckles were bleeding from all the banging on the metal body, his joints and muscles were close to tearing, he was in rough shape.
But, in the end. Yamcha won, the metal guy swore revenge, and I would get into it, but I don't have the time... Sorry!
Yamcha went for a nice rest on Kame House Island.
Metal-face and Yamcha stared at each other, both seemed to be scanning each other, Yamcha felt his energy rising, probably the increased power of all his previous fights. He felt good, with a slight chuckle he got into the stance of his user created martial art, the Wolf Fang Fist, the trademark style of Yamcha, he taught it to no one, but who knows? Maybe someone else just picked it up from him.
"Come on Metal-face! Come get some Yamcha!"[/b]
The metal faced behemoth smiled at him, with his metallic voice he rang out fairly loudly,
"Increasing power level to match target, power level now six hundred."[/b]
What the hell? He could increase his power level?! Yamcha could feel the rising power of the metal-faced foe. How was it possible to win against him?! All he did was just increase to match Yamcha's power, how do you defeat someone of your exact strength? Maybe even more?
He would HAVE to win or be defeated, it was all down to him, balls to the wall. His career, his life, and getting Bella all came down to this. So, time to do this!
Yamcha howled, his power spiking at the max, he rushed at the metal guy, punching him in the gut, but he didn't worry about the pain coursing through his fingers, only about crushing this guy and getting his title!
Their fight was epic and bashing, both contenders began to show signs of fatigue and wear and tear. Yamcha's knuckles were bleeding from all the banging on the metal body, his joints and muscles were close to tearing, he was in rough shape.
But, in the end. Yamcha won, the metal guy swore revenge, and I would get into it, but I don't have the time... Sorry!
Yamcha went for a nice rest on Kame House Island.