Post by Conri Lane on Jul 22, 2013 17:54:37 GMT -5
It was time for his second preliminary fight of the tournament against an opponent that seemed to be a freakin’ giant. Standing at least ten feet in height, it was a bit of a pain for Conri to have to keep looking up to the guy like this. It also led to disappointment from the Half-Saiyan that his opponent seemed to be nothing but a muscle bound buffoon that only had height which added to the force of his hits. A studying eye glanced over his opponent once more, just on the off chance that he was misreading something about this brute. It didn’t seem like that was the case, however, they guy was just a wall of muscle and seemed to not even have a proper way of carrying himself in a fight. It seemed that this was going to be an easy victory for the hybrid, which was actually disappointing to him; he wanted something more of a challenge this far into the tournament.
“Okay big man, let’s get this over with so that the next round can get started,” he was being rude, but he didn’t really care right now. Launching himself forward he threw his fist forward into the man’s chest, only to have it hit solidly against the muscle and barely budge his opponent. Well, this was awkward now, this guy might not have been a fighter but he’d apparently trained his muscle better than Conri thought. The return hit knocked him clear across the ring and threatened to knock him outside until he caught himself with his psychokinesis. While it wasn’t quite what he was looking for this was starting to become an interesting battle now, he would have to go at it with full power and some strategy. Otherwise he could actually lose this one, which he would in no way ever allow to happen unless he was broken and left a bleeding mess on the floor.
The issue was getting this big baboon to go down without taking too much effort, and for that he needed to just attack to see what his weak points would be. Rushing forward he swayed his body back as a fist came soaring at his head, just barely managing to slide under the heavy strike. It was a good thing too, that strike would have likely knocked him unconscious or outright killed the Half-Saiyan. Whoever this guy was, he definitely had the sheer power to just outright lay him out if he took a direct hit, which meant that was the thing to avoid at all costs. In retaliation to the heavy swing he used his hands to push off from the floor to deliver a kick with both his feet to the bottom of his chin. It managed to work for a moment, causing the mammoth of a man to stumble backwards from a combination of surprise and the force behind the attack.
Going to follow up the attack with an axe kick to the top of his opponent’s head, the blue-haired warrior was surprised to find his leg being blocked with a single arm. Slamming him in the gut with a powerful left hook, that sent him crashing to the ground, coughing up some blood from the sheer force of the hit. This was definitely not going well for his second round fight, what the hell was this bastard made out of to be this damn tough? The worst part came next as his arms opened up revealing large cannon-like openings aimed directly towards the Half-Saiyan and unleashed a blast of energy that ripped a gouge in the floor. The blast had pushed him to the edge of the ring once more, his body being beaten and bloodied by the power this guy seemed to have in his body. It was strange that he was doing so much damage to him, however, as he was sure they were around the same level, but then why was he this fucked up after an attack? He was starting to get pissed off now, but he didn’t want to go full blast just yet. Not until he discovered just how powerful this bastard was or how he was creating such powerful attacks, it didn’t make any sense.
Punching the ground it was hard for him to contain the anger at himself as well; he was getting knocked around by this bastard like he was a toy! Damn it, well rushing in wasn’t going to work at all and keeping his distance didn’t seem to help much either. That left him with little to work with; how was he supposed to take down this tank when none of his attacks worked? Taking in slow, deep breaths Conri attempted to steady himself before he tried to think of any other actions to take; being worked up would only get him beaten.
Stand up, stand up you bastard! His own voice echoed through his mind, trying to get him back to his feet, nothing would be done if he stayed on the ground. Gritting his teeth he got back onto his feet with a little bit of effort swaying on the unsteady limbs that seemed like they wanted to give up. That was when something strange happened; the opponent across from him stood straight up and locked his eyes onto Conri. A soft laughter came floating from across the arena, the cybernetic man was actually laughing at the Half-Saiyan.
“My creator told me that Half-Saiyans were supposed to be powerful, but you can’t compare to me at all,” the tone was mocking towards Conri, he could tell. Yeah, he already knew that he wasn’t going to be the strongest one here but to be openly mocked by this bastard pissed him off. Lifting his fist, Conri punched himself in the head to straighten himself out letting the sharp blow act as something for him to focus on. He was really tired of people making comments about him just because he was a Half-Saiyan, especially when he didn’t give two shits about being a hybrid. What was so goddamn special about it that he had to live up to some stupid ass standard set by someone else?
That is your problem; you enter the ring without realizing whose name you are using, the voice of a woman echoed in his head. Great, that was just the thing he needed right now was for him to start going crazy and having voices in his head. He ignored the voice instead, turning his attention to the battle that was at hand, if he didn’t figure out a way to bust this bastard up he was going to lose. That was something he wouldn’t allow to happen, he would rather die first than let himself lose in the tournament so early. Clenching his fist the anger he felt was so strong that his body began to visibly tremble as a result, he wasn’t going to take this shit from anyone let alone a damn cyborg.
Fool, if you continue to think that you aren’t really hearing me I will smack you. The voice once more popping into his head with a bit more authority in its tone than the last time it spoke to him. A frown formed across his lips as he wondered why he was hearing this weird ass voice all of a sudden. This was turning stranger and stranger, the fact that as far as he knew he didn’t have any telepathy didn’t make things better for him. Was this something else then? Rubbing his head, he tried to get his mind to focus and ignore everything that was just a distraction right now. It wouldn’t help him win this battle, so it was unimportant as a whole.
“Okay, take deep breaths and get ahold of your thoughts, you are not going crazy today,” maybe he could get a reschedule with the voices in his head. The fact that he was talking out loud only occurred to him when the referee and his opponent looked at him with raised eyebrows. Well, if there was one thing that he had going for him right now it was that everyone was confused and had their guard down. Blinking for a second after that thought hit him, Conri immediately took to launching himself forward towards his opponent with both palms aimed at the man’s massive torso. The initial surprise and shock managed to give him the upper hand for just a moment, and the results were promising as the mechanized fighter stumbled backwards.
Without waiting for his enemy to have the time to recover from the initial attack, Conri went on a full out offensive. His arms pulling back once more to deliver another dual palm strike this time to the solar plexus, if he wasn’t completely machine he might still need that. Not willing to give an opening in his attack, he pressed forward and brought his leg into a rising knee that smacked right into the muscle man’s nose. That was definitely still human, that satisfying crunching sound could only be made by the cartilage. With that he made the attempt to move back out of range, only to have his foot caught by some impressive reflexes that he wasn’t expecting. Being brought into the two massive arms, his opponent was attempting to crush the life out of him, or at least the consciousness. Either way was bad for Conri right now and he needed to figure out a way out of this mess before it really screwed him over. There was too much riding on him to win for him to even consider giving up and losing this early into the fights, something a whole lot more worthwhile than anything this bastard could be here for.
Pressing his arms to the elbows, he attempted to pry open the grip by even just a little bit in an attempt to slip out of this back breaking hold. Unfortunately, that wasn’t helping any, instead it seemed that everything was getting darker on him and his eye lids wanted to close so badly. It was through sheer willpower that they didn’t completely close and lose him the match right away, but his consciousness was drifting anyways. Conri could tell by the way that time seemed to slow to a snail’s pace and the pain slowly washed out of his senses. It was just him inside his own head, not exactly the most pleasant of places for him to be right now.
It was then that he was confronted by an image of himself, one that seemed to have nothing for contempt for him. “Do you not remember the real reason you wanted to get stronger over all these years? Tell me that you aren’t going to let that come to an end now by purposely holding back?” the voice was his, just a lot more gruff sounding than it normally would be. Granted it had been a few years since he made the initial promise for getting stronger than anyone else, and the reason for it was still fresh in his mind. It was impossible for it not to be, but that didn’t stop this inner version of him from showing the reason to him again. The blood on his hands wouldn’t let him forget just whose blood it was, and why it was a permanent stain that would follow him to the day he died.
Gritting his teeth, the canine’s pierced into his lips with the force he was tightening his jaw with. All of it was to stop the overflow of those emotions from bursting through one more, as the tears already started to descend his cheeks. Goddamn it, Goddamn it, GODDAMN IT! As his anger with himself and this situation boiled over his energy began to crackle, causing streaks to shoot off in different directions. The burst of energy would resemble lightning, bright white with a tint of purple, the colors of the hottest burning lightning. His senses returned to him as the power erupted from his body, allowing him to break free of his opponents hold with ease. There was no longer any thinking going on behind his eyes, instead they were filled with an unyielding rage that demanded destruction. Rushing forward he lifted his left leg into a high kick that struck his opponent in the jaw and rewarded him with a crunching sound. Whether it was metallic or bone, he didn’t care and he wanted more of the same sound to follow for the remainder of the fight.
Using the force from the high kick, he reversed his positioning and planted another one with the hell of his foot. From there he jumped up to meet his opponent’s body in mid-air, kicked him in the side and sent him flying towards the edge of the ring. Forming a platform of psychokinetic energy he launched himself from that to get ahead of his opponent and met the flying body with a spin kick to his back. Another platform to send the mass of muscle higher into the air with an uppercut and Conri was there to meet him, bringing down both his fists down on top of his head. It was like a game of pinball with the rate of speed they were moving at, and each blow elicited a snapping sound from his enemy’s body. Even Conri’s hands and legs were becoming covered in blood from the sheer force they were hitting with, but he didn’t slow down.
It finally came to a stop when an axe kick sent the no broken and limp body of his opponent to the ground, if he was even conscious anymore he couldn’t fight. The Half-Saiyan was standing on the ground looking over his defeated foe, as if contemplating what to do to him next. Gathering a large amount of psychokinetic energy into his hand; preparing to use it to finish the battle. Thankfully, the referee seemed to have his head together even with the amount of blood that was no covering the ring and called the match. Conri had the victory, and his opponent was being taken out of the ring on a stretcher, getting sent directly to the hospital. Blood all over his body, Conri left the ring with complete silence at the spectacle they just witnessed and how overly brutal it could become now.
“Okay big man, let’s get this over with so that the next round can get started,” he was being rude, but he didn’t really care right now. Launching himself forward he threw his fist forward into the man’s chest, only to have it hit solidly against the muscle and barely budge his opponent. Well, this was awkward now, this guy might not have been a fighter but he’d apparently trained his muscle better than Conri thought. The return hit knocked him clear across the ring and threatened to knock him outside until he caught himself with his psychokinesis. While it wasn’t quite what he was looking for this was starting to become an interesting battle now, he would have to go at it with full power and some strategy. Otherwise he could actually lose this one, which he would in no way ever allow to happen unless he was broken and left a bleeding mess on the floor.
The issue was getting this big baboon to go down without taking too much effort, and for that he needed to just attack to see what his weak points would be. Rushing forward he swayed his body back as a fist came soaring at his head, just barely managing to slide under the heavy strike. It was a good thing too, that strike would have likely knocked him unconscious or outright killed the Half-Saiyan. Whoever this guy was, he definitely had the sheer power to just outright lay him out if he took a direct hit, which meant that was the thing to avoid at all costs. In retaliation to the heavy swing he used his hands to push off from the floor to deliver a kick with both his feet to the bottom of his chin. It managed to work for a moment, causing the mammoth of a man to stumble backwards from a combination of surprise and the force behind the attack.
Going to follow up the attack with an axe kick to the top of his opponent’s head, the blue-haired warrior was surprised to find his leg being blocked with a single arm. Slamming him in the gut with a powerful left hook, that sent him crashing to the ground, coughing up some blood from the sheer force of the hit. This was definitely not going well for his second round fight, what the hell was this bastard made out of to be this damn tough? The worst part came next as his arms opened up revealing large cannon-like openings aimed directly towards the Half-Saiyan and unleashed a blast of energy that ripped a gouge in the floor. The blast had pushed him to the edge of the ring once more, his body being beaten and bloodied by the power this guy seemed to have in his body. It was strange that he was doing so much damage to him, however, as he was sure they were around the same level, but then why was he this fucked up after an attack? He was starting to get pissed off now, but he didn’t want to go full blast just yet. Not until he discovered just how powerful this bastard was or how he was creating such powerful attacks, it didn’t make any sense.
Punching the ground it was hard for him to contain the anger at himself as well; he was getting knocked around by this bastard like he was a toy! Damn it, well rushing in wasn’t going to work at all and keeping his distance didn’t seem to help much either. That left him with little to work with; how was he supposed to take down this tank when none of his attacks worked? Taking in slow, deep breaths Conri attempted to steady himself before he tried to think of any other actions to take; being worked up would only get him beaten.
Stand up, stand up you bastard! His own voice echoed through his mind, trying to get him back to his feet, nothing would be done if he stayed on the ground. Gritting his teeth he got back onto his feet with a little bit of effort swaying on the unsteady limbs that seemed like they wanted to give up. That was when something strange happened; the opponent across from him stood straight up and locked his eyes onto Conri. A soft laughter came floating from across the arena, the cybernetic man was actually laughing at the Half-Saiyan.
“My creator told me that Half-Saiyans were supposed to be powerful, but you can’t compare to me at all,” the tone was mocking towards Conri, he could tell. Yeah, he already knew that he wasn’t going to be the strongest one here but to be openly mocked by this bastard pissed him off. Lifting his fist, Conri punched himself in the head to straighten himself out letting the sharp blow act as something for him to focus on. He was really tired of people making comments about him just because he was a Half-Saiyan, especially when he didn’t give two shits about being a hybrid. What was so goddamn special about it that he had to live up to some stupid ass standard set by someone else?
That is your problem; you enter the ring without realizing whose name you are using, the voice of a woman echoed in his head. Great, that was just the thing he needed right now was for him to start going crazy and having voices in his head. He ignored the voice instead, turning his attention to the battle that was at hand, if he didn’t figure out a way to bust this bastard up he was going to lose. That was something he wouldn’t allow to happen, he would rather die first than let himself lose in the tournament so early. Clenching his fist the anger he felt was so strong that his body began to visibly tremble as a result, he wasn’t going to take this shit from anyone let alone a damn cyborg.
Fool, if you continue to think that you aren’t really hearing me I will smack you. The voice once more popping into his head with a bit more authority in its tone than the last time it spoke to him. A frown formed across his lips as he wondered why he was hearing this weird ass voice all of a sudden. This was turning stranger and stranger, the fact that as far as he knew he didn’t have any telepathy didn’t make things better for him. Was this something else then? Rubbing his head, he tried to get his mind to focus and ignore everything that was just a distraction right now. It wouldn’t help him win this battle, so it was unimportant as a whole.
“Okay, take deep breaths and get ahold of your thoughts, you are not going crazy today,” maybe he could get a reschedule with the voices in his head. The fact that he was talking out loud only occurred to him when the referee and his opponent looked at him with raised eyebrows. Well, if there was one thing that he had going for him right now it was that everyone was confused and had their guard down. Blinking for a second after that thought hit him, Conri immediately took to launching himself forward towards his opponent with both palms aimed at the man’s massive torso. The initial surprise and shock managed to give him the upper hand for just a moment, and the results were promising as the mechanized fighter stumbled backwards.
Without waiting for his enemy to have the time to recover from the initial attack, Conri went on a full out offensive. His arms pulling back once more to deliver another dual palm strike this time to the solar plexus, if he wasn’t completely machine he might still need that. Not willing to give an opening in his attack, he pressed forward and brought his leg into a rising knee that smacked right into the muscle man’s nose. That was definitely still human, that satisfying crunching sound could only be made by the cartilage. With that he made the attempt to move back out of range, only to have his foot caught by some impressive reflexes that he wasn’t expecting. Being brought into the two massive arms, his opponent was attempting to crush the life out of him, or at least the consciousness. Either way was bad for Conri right now and he needed to figure out a way out of this mess before it really screwed him over. There was too much riding on him to win for him to even consider giving up and losing this early into the fights, something a whole lot more worthwhile than anything this bastard could be here for.
Pressing his arms to the elbows, he attempted to pry open the grip by even just a little bit in an attempt to slip out of this back breaking hold. Unfortunately, that wasn’t helping any, instead it seemed that everything was getting darker on him and his eye lids wanted to close so badly. It was through sheer willpower that they didn’t completely close and lose him the match right away, but his consciousness was drifting anyways. Conri could tell by the way that time seemed to slow to a snail’s pace and the pain slowly washed out of his senses. It was just him inside his own head, not exactly the most pleasant of places for him to be right now.
It was then that he was confronted by an image of himself, one that seemed to have nothing for contempt for him. “Do you not remember the real reason you wanted to get stronger over all these years? Tell me that you aren’t going to let that come to an end now by purposely holding back?” the voice was his, just a lot more gruff sounding than it normally would be. Granted it had been a few years since he made the initial promise for getting stronger than anyone else, and the reason for it was still fresh in his mind. It was impossible for it not to be, but that didn’t stop this inner version of him from showing the reason to him again. The blood on his hands wouldn’t let him forget just whose blood it was, and why it was a permanent stain that would follow him to the day he died.
Gritting his teeth, the canine’s pierced into his lips with the force he was tightening his jaw with. All of it was to stop the overflow of those emotions from bursting through one more, as the tears already started to descend his cheeks. Goddamn it, Goddamn it, GODDAMN IT! As his anger with himself and this situation boiled over his energy began to crackle, causing streaks to shoot off in different directions. The burst of energy would resemble lightning, bright white with a tint of purple, the colors of the hottest burning lightning. His senses returned to him as the power erupted from his body, allowing him to break free of his opponents hold with ease. There was no longer any thinking going on behind his eyes, instead they were filled with an unyielding rage that demanded destruction. Rushing forward he lifted his left leg into a high kick that struck his opponent in the jaw and rewarded him with a crunching sound. Whether it was metallic or bone, he didn’t care and he wanted more of the same sound to follow for the remainder of the fight.
Using the force from the high kick, he reversed his positioning and planted another one with the hell of his foot. From there he jumped up to meet his opponent’s body in mid-air, kicked him in the side and sent him flying towards the edge of the ring. Forming a platform of psychokinetic energy he launched himself from that to get ahead of his opponent and met the flying body with a spin kick to his back. Another platform to send the mass of muscle higher into the air with an uppercut and Conri was there to meet him, bringing down both his fists down on top of his head. It was like a game of pinball with the rate of speed they were moving at, and each blow elicited a snapping sound from his enemy’s body. Even Conri’s hands and legs were becoming covered in blood from the sheer force they were hitting with, but he didn’t slow down.
It finally came to a stop when an axe kick sent the no broken and limp body of his opponent to the ground, if he was even conscious anymore he couldn’t fight. The Half-Saiyan was standing on the ground looking over his defeated foe, as if contemplating what to do to him next. Gathering a large amount of psychokinetic energy into his hand; preparing to use it to finish the battle. Thankfully, the referee seemed to have his head together even with the amount of blood that was no covering the ring and called the match. Conri had the victory, and his opponent was being taken out of the ring on a stretcher, getting sent directly to the hospital. Blood all over his body, Conri left the ring with complete silence at the spectacle they just witnessed and how overly brutal it could become now.