Post by Leke Hattori on Jun 11, 2013 14:55:22 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to most of the populace of New Vegeta, there lies an underground fighting arena beneath an old tavern on the outskirts of the civilization. Its not a far fly from the palace, but it would take some time walking. Most take vehicles but leave them several blocks away from the site as to not draw suspicion. If one studied the exterior, they would notice slowly over the course of the night hundreds of people going into the run-down joint and not leaving for several hours. Leke was one who knew of this business - he had the power to shut down the illegal operation, but kept it alive for only one reason.
They let him fight. He was rewarded handsome sums and almost none of the fighters could lay a finger on him. Participating maybe once a week, Leke was put up against the best fighter from the previous week's matches. That way, he could get a great fight, the betting sharks could rake in the zeni, and Leke got a nice, fat paycheck. Leke hated using his family to get Zeni, so he would work for it if he wanted something in particular. The best part for Leke was the fact that he would fight under a pseudonym and without his royal colors, so nobody knew who he was.
The bettors and unfortunate opponents of his knew him simply as "X". Undefeated in fifteen matches over the past few months, he marred every opposing fighter's record with a loss, hence the "X". However, this night proved to hold the best match of Leke's short career at this arena. The young Saiyan prince, shirtless and wearing white tights as he was in disguise, not in his Royal armour, stepped into a ring with a massive, hulking man. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall and three to four hundred pounds of pure muscle. Leke was already formulating a plan to beat him - utilize his superior mobility and speed to take him down. He could sense that he held more power than Leke did on any given day, but not by much. Ninjin or Akassa could whoop him, he believed, and so could he, if he tried his hardest as he always did. Standing in his own corner, he grabbed a nearby water bottle and sprayed it on his hair and face, then tossed it out of the ring. He looked at the hulk across from him and glared intensely, a fire in his eyes that always shone when he was pumped for a battle.
Now, this ring was not a simple boxing ring. It was a square, yes, but tiled at the bottom and was at least a hundred yards in square footage. There were no ring-outs, hence ropes surrounding the perimeter of the ring. In the other corner, about 45 yards away with Leke's calculations, the hulking man simply stared back with a psychotic look on his face. He didn't know much about this fighter, but the Prince doubted that he had lost a match either. This was confirmed by the announcer yelling over a roaring crowd surrounding the ring, "Ladies and gentlemen! What you have been waiting for for weeks is now in front of your very eyes! X, undefeated 15-0, and The Mastiff, undefeated 12-0, are squaring off here today! Who will remain undefeated? Who will receive their first marr on their record? Place your bets now, the bettors will close shop as soon as the match begins in two minutes!"
More staring commenced. Leke rotated his shoulders and jumped up and down a little, getting a stretch in before this fight. He crackled his knuckles and his back in the process - there were to be no mistakes here. He sized up the guy again. Judging by his size, he probably was a brute in the ring; but by his record, there's no way he just relied on strength. Leke would have to go full power on this guy, having realized his potential and unlocking the key to utilizing it many days prior. His father had directed him to train for the Universal Martial Arts Tournament and this was his way.
A siren sounded, signalling the match would commence in only moments. The announcer stepped into the ring and addressed the audience. "Alrighty then! Well, let the battle begin!" He quickly jumped out of the ring to get out of the way of the two monsters in the ring. Nothing happened for a moment as "The Mastiff" continued to stare dully at Leke. For a moment, it looked like he was drooling. Leke began to wonder about him. Was he stu-
With blinding speed, The Mastiff blasted forward at Leke and slammed an elbow in his gut. The crowd roared in excitement as Leke puked, blood mixed in it, and he was pretty sure that he had cracked a rib. What the HFIL was wrong with this guy? How was he so big yet so fast? Leke meakly tried to throw a hook at him but it was knocked down. The Mastiff grinned a toothy smile and then backed off to give Leke a chance to catch his breath. Panting, Leke struggled to stand straight up. This man's power had grown from when he first sized him up. What madness was this?
"One sec," Leke said as he calmed himself down. Along with calm, Leke also realized that complete peace would bring about his true power. In a few moments, his familiar red-and-gold aura flared about him as his own power came its full potential. He glared at the hulk of a man and gauged his power. Now they were roughly even, with himself having a slight advantage. Leke grinned and then flew towards the giant Saiyan across from him. The two engaged in a flurry of attacks, all egged on by the crowd. However, Leke used his smaller size to his advantage. He kept his attacks to the outside, only going inside to block the other Saiyan's attacks. The fight soon wore down on the two of them, who broke up and went back to their corners.
Panting, Leke tried to decide on a new strategy. This wasn't working. He flew towards the hulking Saiyan and attacked him again, swinging fists and feet left and right trying to gain an edge. Nope. Didn't work. Leke stepped back, both fighters panting. This hulk made no remarkable actions, just seemed to tire less than him, be stronger than him, and be close to him in speed. He just wasnt as flexible.
That was it! Leke thought to himself, swinging towards the monster in front of him. Predictably, the Saiyan blocked the attack, but Leke grabbed his arm and then yanked him backwards, pulling him to the center of the ring. There, they locked in a grapple of sorts, one trying to overpower the other. Full power Leke and The Mastiff seemed evenly matched. However, Leke then spun around the guy and kicked him right in the small of his back as hard as he could, knocking him off of his feet and going face-first into the ground. The Saiyan Prince then proceeded to pummel him continuously with ki-enhanced fists until he was bloodied. The announcer stepped into the ring and pulled Leke off of him and raised his arm in the air.
"Winner! We have a winner, folks! X remains undefeated at 16-0, and The Mastiff suffers a devastating first loss. Collect your winnings and please disperse discretely." Leke spat blood on the beaten Saiyan and basked in the glory of his victory. The Mastiff would have none of this, however. He pushed himself off of the tiles and stood up, facing Leke from several yards away. He roared and then charged at him in blind fury, to which Leke responded with an Energy Sword formed straight in front of him. The stupid hulk could not stop in time and skewered himself on the ki blade.
"What a waste of life," Leke noted as he dropped the tank onto the ground. Not a sound could be heard in the place. He clasped his hand on the shoulder of the announcer, unfazed by the death of his opponent, and told him, "Just make sure I get my money," before leaving. Man, what a tiring day...
They let him fight. He was rewarded handsome sums and almost none of the fighters could lay a finger on him. Participating maybe once a week, Leke was put up against the best fighter from the previous week's matches. That way, he could get a great fight, the betting sharks could rake in the zeni, and Leke got a nice, fat paycheck. Leke hated using his family to get Zeni, so he would work for it if he wanted something in particular. The best part for Leke was the fact that he would fight under a pseudonym and without his royal colors, so nobody knew who he was.
The bettors and unfortunate opponents of his knew him simply as "X". Undefeated in fifteen matches over the past few months, he marred every opposing fighter's record with a loss, hence the "X". However, this night proved to hold the best match of Leke's short career at this arena. The young Saiyan prince, shirtless and wearing white tights as he was in disguise, not in his Royal armour, stepped into a ring with a massive, hulking man. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall and three to four hundred pounds of pure muscle. Leke was already formulating a plan to beat him - utilize his superior mobility and speed to take him down. He could sense that he held more power than Leke did on any given day, but not by much. Ninjin or Akassa could whoop him, he believed, and so could he, if he tried his hardest as he always did. Standing in his own corner, he grabbed a nearby water bottle and sprayed it on his hair and face, then tossed it out of the ring. He looked at the hulk across from him and glared intensely, a fire in his eyes that always shone when he was pumped for a battle.
Now, this ring was not a simple boxing ring. It was a square, yes, but tiled at the bottom and was at least a hundred yards in square footage. There were no ring-outs, hence ropes surrounding the perimeter of the ring. In the other corner, about 45 yards away with Leke's calculations, the hulking man simply stared back with a psychotic look on his face. He didn't know much about this fighter, but the Prince doubted that he had lost a match either. This was confirmed by the announcer yelling over a roaring crowd surrounding the ring, "Ladies and gentlemen! What you have been waiting for for weeks is now in front of your very eyes! X, undefeated 15-0, and The Mastiff, undefeated 12-0, are squaring off here today! Who will remain undefeated? Who will receive their first marr on their record? Place your bets now, the bettors will close shop as soon as the match begins in two minutes!"
More staring commenced. Leke rotated his shoulders and jumped up and down a little, getting a stretch in before this fight. He crackled his knuckles and his back in the process - there were to be no mistakes here. He sized up the guy again. Judging by his size, he probably was a brute in the ring; but by his record, there's no way he just relied on strength. Leke would have to go full power on this guy, having realized his potential and unlocking the key to utilizing it many days prior. His father had directed him to train for the Universal Martial Arts Tournament and this was his way.
A siren sounded, signalling the match would commence in only moments. The announcer stepped into the ring and addressed the audience. "Alrighty then! Well, let the battle begin!" He quickly jumped out of the ring to get out of the way of the two monsters in the ring. Nothing happened for a moment as "The Mastiff" continued to stare dully at Leke. For a moment, it looked like he was drooling. Leke began to wonder about him. Was he stu-
With blinding speed, The Mastiff blasted forward at Leke and slammed an elbow in his gut. The crowd roared in excitement as Leke puked, blood mixed in it, and he was pretty sure that he had cracked a rib. What the HFIL was wrong with this guy? How was he so big yet so fast? Leke meakly tried to throw a hook at him but it was knocked down. The Mastiff grinned a toothy smile and then backed off to give Leke a chance to catch his breath. Panting, Leke struggled to stand straight up. This man's power had grown from when he first sized him up. What madness was this?
"One sec," Leke said as he calmed himself down. Along with calm, Leke also realized that complete peace would bring about his true power. In a few moments, his familiar red-and-gold aura flared about him as his own power came its full potential. He glared at the hulk of a man and gauged his power. Now they were roughly even, with himself having a slight advantage. Leke grinned and then flew towards the giant Saiyan across from him. The two engaged in a flurry of attacks, all egged on by the crowd. However, Leke used his smaller size to his advantage. He kept his attacks to the outside, only going inside to block the other Saiyan's attacks. The fight soon wore down on the two of them, who broke up and went back to their corners.
Panting, Leke tried to decide on a new strategy. This wasn't working. He flew towards the hulking Saiyan and attacked him again, swinging fists and feet left and right trying to gain an edge. Nope. Didn't work. Leke stepped back, both fighters panting. This hulk made no remarkable actions, just seemed to tire less than him, be stronger than him, and be close to him in speed. He just wasnt as flexible.
That was it! Leke thought to himself, swinging towards the monster in front of him. Predictably, the Saiyan blocked the attack, but Leke grabbed his arm and then yanked him backwards, pulling him to the center of the ring. There, they locked in a grapple of sorts, one trying to overpower the other. Full power Leke and The Mastiff seemed evenly matched. However, Leke then spun around the guy and kicked him right in the small of his back as hard as he could, knocking him off of his feet and going face-first into the ground. The Saiyan Prince then proceeded to pummel him continuously with ki-enhanced fists until he was bloodied. The announcer stepped into the ring and pulled Leke off of him and raised his arm in the air.
"Winner! We have a winner, folks! X remains undefeated at 16-0, and The Mastiff suffers a devastating first loss. Collect your winnings and please disperse discretely." Leke spat blood on the beaten Saiyan and basked in the glory of his victory. The Mastiff would have none of this, however. He pushed himself off of the tiles and stood up, facing Leke from several yards away. He roared and then charged at him in blind fury, to which Leke responded with an Energy Sword formed straight in front of him. The stupid hulk could not stop in time and skewered himself on the ki blade.
"What a waste of life," Leke noted as he dropped the tank onto the ground. Not a sound could be heard in the place. He clasped his hand on the shoulder of the announcer, unfazed by the death of his opponent, and told him, "Just make sure I get my money," before leaving. Man, what a tiring day...