Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 20:10:07 GMT -5
Their was a relatively live audience tonight but it was often the odds were stacked like they were. Being unknown and having kept a relatively low profile by using the force in maybe questionable ways has lead to this match up. His stage name was Shinobi and her fellow combatant was named Rampage. Many obviously bet against her which is what he was hoping for betting on himself naturally. It was for all extensive purposes a cage match but Rain was not going to let that bother himat all. He stood in her corner in standard grey form fitting but flexible robes.
His hood greatly obscured her facial features, they were both afforded a katana to duel with but nothing else. As he counted down the chimes alerting him to the fact that it was time to battle. Rampage chuckled cockily as he lumbered forward, Rain walked forward merely not to be cornered and minimize his movement. Rampage went with a standard thrust of his blade horizontally. Rain leaned to the left to barely avoid the blade's path, he slashed across his meaty torso but it didn't dig in deep enough to be a good enough blow. Rampage shouldered him back in a rage and proceeded to rain heavy blows towards Rain.
What he could not completely dodge, he would block but he was quickly losing ground against his strength. He kicked off the side and delivered a surprise snap kick towards his head that had him reeling back. Running forward he stepped on his leaning but stable enough form to spring into the air. Attempting to deliver a devastating reverse kick to his face for what he hoped to be a KO. However, Rampage dropped his blade and grabbed his leg, slamming him down on his back before attempting to mount him. Until Rain kicked the man in his family jewels, and slid between his legs as he fell over to the side.
Quickly spinning to his feet, she picked up his and her katana and formed a scissor over his neck. "Submit now." The man showed fear briefly but he saw it washed with false bravado as he attempted to move against the blades. Focusing his limted ki strength to her leg he placed it down over his heart. The reality that he might really kill him dawned on his face and he was forced to tap conceding the match. Death glares looked at Rain from all sides, and he gave them a humble middle finger to the face as he left the arena. He had a man to see about his money in the V.I.P. section of the club.
His hood greatly obscured her facial features, they were both afforded a katana to duel with but nothing else. As he counted down the chimes alerting him to the fact that it was time to battle. Rampage chuckled cockily as he lumbered forward, Rain walked forward merely not to be cornered and minimize his movement. Rampage went with a standard thrust of his blade horizontally. Rain leaned to the left to barely avoid the blade's path, he slashed across his meaty torso but it didn't dig in deep enough to be a good enough blow. Rampage shouldered him back in a rage and proceeded to rain heavy blows towards Rain.
What he could not completely dodge, he would block but he was quickly losing ground against his strength. He kicked off the side and delivered a surprise snap kick towards his head that had him reeling back. Running forward he stepped on his leaning but stable enough form to spring into the air. Attempting to deliver a devastating reverse kick to his face for what he hoped to be a KO. However, Rampage dropped his blade and grabbed his leg, slamming him down on his back before attempting to mount him. Until Rain kicked the man in his family jewels, and slid between his legs as he fell over to the side.
Quickly spinning to his feet, she picked up his and her katana and formed a scissor over his neck. "Submit now." The man showed fear briefly but he saw it washed with false bravado as he attempted to move against the blades. Focusing his limted ki strength to her leg he placed it down over his heart. The reality that he might really kill him dawned on his face and he was forced to tap conceding the match. Death glares looked at Rain from all sides, and he gave them a humble middle finger to the face as he left the arena. He had a man to see about his money in the V.I.P. section of the club.