Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 12:42:01 GMT -5
Truffle was in bad shape after his first match, but he had pulled off the victory. He honestly hadn’t been expecting to be able to beat Delucca after the wolperting had beat him to such a state. His arms and legs were riddled with small cuts, and blood was still seeping from some of the larger wounds. He didn’t care though; he was riding a high that nothing could pull him down from. He had won the battle, and he had earned Ninjin’s respect.
The look that Ninjin had given him when he had first won the fight was one of ultimate pride. It was the way a father would look at their child after they had the game-winning touchdown, whatever that may be. He hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to Ninjin yet, however, and was walking around the back of the arena trying to find the Saiyan prince. He looked down at his legs, patches of blue hair missing from certain spots where the blade of his opponent had cut into his legs, and given him somewhat of a haircut. He rubbed his large hand over one of the larger cuts, wincing with the pain. He would need some time to recover before fighting again, or he would be in some serious trouble. He didn’t know who his next opponent would be, or when they would even announce the fights, but he knew that he would get a little bit of respite before fighting again.
He walked down one of the back corridors of the arena, still looking for Ninjin. He peeked into a few rooms, but decided that wasn’t such a good idea when people started screaming and yelling for him to leave.
A lot of people didn’t know about the Hoyo race, and the mass extermination they had undergone. In fact, Truffle thought that maybe he was the only Hoyo left in the entire galaxy, so he understood why people made weird faces and screamed when they saw him. He looked like a yeti, but with more fur and much taller than most people would assume a yeti to be.
He had been found by Ninjin’s father on a planet that was on the brink of destruction, in the midst of a temple. What he had been doing in a temple, he didn’t know. What his people worshipped, he didn’t know either. He knew less about his own people than he did about Saiyans and sometimes that bothered him. He felt lonely at times, not knowing anything about his culture, his parents or their way of life. Sometimes he got instincts and felt This is what a Hoyo should be doing but other times he felt that maybe he really was just a pet to a smarter being, and that he should probably just accept that he will never know about his people. He had tried talking to the king about it on several occasions, but how can you ask a question when you don’t even have the words to ask it?
He snapped out of his little trance to find Ninjin walking down the hallway toward him. He smiled and held up his fist.
I knew you could do it!
Truffle smiled. He wasn’t going to get much more praise out of Ninjin than that, and in fact it seemed like the Saiyan was also complimenting himself by saying that he was smart enough to know that Truffle was going to win the battle, but Truffle didn’t mind. He had earned his friend’s respect by winning this tough contest, and that’s all he needed to have.
Do you know who you’re up against next?
Truffle shook his head. He didn’t even want to think about the next fight at this point, his body was still far too weary for that. He needed to find a nice cold spot to lie down and rest his wounds. Maybe they would have a rejuvenation tank that he could use to close up the larger of his cuts quickly. He didn’t want to go into his next fight with any large targets like that, that his next opponent could easily reopen. If that was what happened…Truffle wasn’t even sure if he would be able to last any longer than a few minutes.
I know who you’re facing.
Truffle looked up, out of his spacing out. Ninjin had a determined look on his face. Apparently he knew who Truffle would be facing. Truffle was confused, how did Ninjin know if they hadn’t announced it yet?
They announced it a few minutes ago. You must have been spacing out. You’re facing somebody named King Arch…and I hate to tell you this, buddy, but your match against him is going to happen in a few minutes.
Truffle’s jaw practically hit the floor. How did they expect him to face another competitor so soon? He had practically just finished fighting a fierce match against a genius fighter, and now here he was set to go into another match against someone he had no knowledge on. He didn’t even have time to do any research, he was being ushered back into the arena. He looked back at Ninjin with a nervous look on his face.
Knock ‘em dead.
****
Truffle walked slowly up the steps that led to the ring, his body aching with every move. They hadn’t given him time to recover, so how could he possibly hope to win this fight? The figure standing across the way was an impressive one. Every bit as tall and muscular as Truffle, except humanoid. This would be over far too quickly, Truffle thought. The man looked to be in impeccable physical condition, with not a scratch on his body. Truffle would have a tough time.
They stood across the ring from each other, and the man nodded at him.
You don’t look so good, friend.
The man had somewhat of an eastern European accent, though how Truffle knew what an eastern European accent was, he would never be able to fully articulate.
I will not go easy on you though.
The man raised his large fists and darted at Truffle, much faster than Truffle would think possible. He threw a left and hit Truffle square in the face. Truffle saw stars for a moment, and barely had time to recover before Arch threw a right. Truffle ducked under that one and threw an uppercut of his own, catching Arch in the jaw and sending him back. The man didn’t fall over, but looked at Truffle with a mixture of respect and rage. Ragespect.
Arch hurled himself at Truffle and grabbed the Hoyo in a massive bear-hug, slowly squeezing the life out of him. Truffle reared his head back and brought it forth colliding it with Arch’s. Arch looked dazed, but didn’t let go of the vice-grip he had Truffle in. Truffle head-butted him again and again, but Arch wouldn’t let go of the hold. Truffle was feeling light-headed from the lack of blood getting to his upper torso.
You don’t have enough energy left to beat me, friend. Give up. Let go and let sleep overtake you. It will be easier that way.
Truffle roared, the red suddenly appearing in his fur. He broke out of Arch’s grip easily, and punched the king in the jaw, sending him flying across the ring. The king bounced back speedily, but with a determined look on his face. He raced toward Truffle and they exchanged blow after blow, each getting each other with a few, and blocking the rest. This went on for quite some time, neither man gaining much ground. Truffle decided that this had gone on for far too long, and plunged his fist into the ground. It came up covered in the marble that the floor of the ring was made out of.
Arch had a surprised look on his face. Surely he hadn’t known that Truffle possessed that power. Truffle spun around and launched the rock at Arch, catching him square in the nose with it. The large man still refused to fall over, his eyes watering from the broken nose he had received.
You like chucking rocks, eh? We’ll then. Here is one for you!
Arch punched into the ground as well, and pulled up a large section of the ground, and hurled it at Truffle, catching him with it. It broke over Truffle’s body and Truffle felt like he had been hit with the rock equivalent of a Mack-truck. Truffle’s body was so sore he could barely move. He thought back to his battle with Delucca, not even hours ago. This seemed to be another impossible enemy. Arch picked up another rock and threw it at him, this time Truffle was able to get out of the way on time, and their match turned into a rock throwing fight, each man getting hit multiple times by large rocks, and dodging some of the larger ones that looked as though they could be lethal. Truffle snarled and launched a few rocks in succession, hitting Arch’s thighs, and sending the large king to his knees.
Truffle saw this as his opportunity and raced over to Arch, dropkicking him in the face. The king laughed it off and got back to his feet.
What do you do when you face an opponent stronger than you, friend?
Truffle shrugged. He hadn’t expected an impromptu lesson in the middle of this fierce fight, but apparently Arch was going to give him one. Arch stepped closer to him and wrapped his arms around him again, getting him in that vicious bear-hug that he had used before. Truffle could feel the oxygen going out of his lungs as he struggled to get himself free. Arch leaned closer and whispered into his ear.
You lose.
Truffle could feel the darkness seeping in on the edges of his vision. In a last ditch effort he again head-butted Arch, this time aiming for the area between his eyes. Arch didn’t say anything, didn’t make any noises, just kept his grip on Truffle. Truffle knew then that he was going to lose this fight. He could feel the darkness enclosing over him and he accepted it. He would lose this fight and then be out of the tournament. He had wanted badly to make it further, to impress Ninjin and the royal family with how well he planned to do, maybe even be allowed to be part of the royal family, but that was all just a pipe dream now. The king had him in his grasp.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, your winner…….TRUFFFFLLLEEEEEEEE
The light came back in Truffle’s eyes. Why were they announcing him the winner? He hadn’t won. Nobody had won. He was still locked in Arch’s vice-grip of a bear-hug. He looked down at Arch and the king’s eyes were closed. Truffle couldn’t believe it. With that last head-butt, he had knocked Arch unconscious. His grip had remained locked because he had been knocked unconscious so suddenly. Truffle had beat him. With the help of some referees, Truffle was removed from the vice-grip and left the ring feeling satisfied. He was determined to seek out a rejuvenation tub and soak in it for a good long while. He had many injuries that needed to be healed before he progressed in this so far vicious tournament.
The look that Ninjin had given him when he had first won the fight was one of ultimate pride. It was the way a father would look at their child after they had the game-winning touchdown, whatever that may be. He hadn’t gotten a chance to speak to Ninjin yet, however, and was walking around the back of the arena trying to find the Saiyan prince. He looked down at his legs, patches of blue hair missing from certain spots where the blade of his opponent had cut into his legs, and given him somewhat of a haircut. He rubbed his large hand over one of the larger cuts, wincing with the pain. He would need some time to recover before fighting again, or he would be in some serious trouble. He didn’t know who his next opponent would be, or when they would even announce the fights, but he knew that he would get a little bit of respite before fighting again.
He walked down one of the back corridors of the arena, still looking for Ninjin. He peeked into a few rooms, but decided that wasn’t such a good idea when people started screaming and yelling for him to leave.
A lot of people didn’t know about the Hoyo race, and the mass extermination they had undergone. In fact, Truffle thought that maybe he was the only Hoyo left in the entire galaxy, so he understood why people made weird faces and screamed when they saw him. He looked like a yeti, but with more fur and much taller than most people would assume a yeti to be.
He had been found by Ninjin’s father on a planet that was on the brink of destruction, in the midst of a temple. What he had been doing in a temple, he didn’t know. What his people worshipped, he didn’t know either. He knew less about his own people than he did about Saiyans and sometimes that bothered him. He felt lonely at times, not knowing anything about his culture, his parents or their way of life. Sometimes he got instincts and felt This is what a Hoyo should be doing but other times he felt that maybe he really was just a pet to a smarter being, and that he should probably just accept that he will never know about his people. He had tried talking to the king about it on several occasions, but how can you ask a question when you don’t even have the words to ask it?
He snapped out of his little trance to find Ninjin walking down the hallway toward him. He smiled and held up his fist.
I knew you could do it!
Truffle smiled. He wasn’t going to get much more praise out of Ninjin than that, and in fact it seemed like the Saiyan was also complimenting himself by saying that he was smart enough to know that Truffle was going to win the battle, but Truffle didn’t mind. He had earned his friend’s respect by winning this tough contest, and that’s all he needed to have.
Do you know who you’re up against next?
Truffle shook his head. He didn’t even want to think about the next fight at this point, his body was still far too weary for that. He needed to find a nice cold spot to lie down and rest his wounds. Maybe they would have a rejuvenation tank that he could use to close up the larger of his cuts quickly. He didn’t want to go into his next fight with any large targets like that, that his next opponent could easily reopen. If that was what happened…Truffle wasn’t even sure if he would be able to last any longer than a few minutes.
I know who you’re facing.
Truffle looked up, out of his spacing out. Ninjin had a determined look on his face. Apparently he knew who Truffle would be facing. Truffle was confused, how did Ninjin know if they hadn’t announced it yet?
They announced it a few minutes ago. You must have been spacing out. You’re facing somebody named King Arch…and I hate to tell you this, buddy, but your match against him is going to happen in a few minutes.
Truffle’s jaw practically hit the floor. How did they expect him to face another competitor so soon? He had practically just finished fighting a fierce match against a genius fighter, and now here he was set to go into another match against someone he had no knowledge on. He didn’t even have time to do any research, he was being ushered back into the arena. He looked back at Ninjin with a nervous look on his face.
Knock ‘em dead.
****
Truffle walked slowly up the steps that led to the ring, his body aching with every move. They hadn’t given him time to recover, so how could he possibly hope to win this fight? The figure standing across the way was an impressive one. Every bit as tall and muscular as Truffle, except humanoid. This would be over far too quickly, Truffle thought. The man looked to be in impeccable physical condition, with not a scratch on his body. Truffle would have a tough time.
They stood across the ring from each other, and the man nodded at him.
You don’t look so good, friend.
The man had somewhat of an eastern European accent, though how Truffle knew what an eastern European accent was, he would never be able to fully articulate.
I will not go easy on you though.
The man raised his large fists and darted at Truffle, much faster than Truffle would think possible. He threw a left and hit Truffle square in the face. Truffle saw stars for a moment, and barely had time to recover before Arch threw a right. Truffle ducked under that one and threw an uppercut of his own, catching Arch in the jaw and sending him back. The man didn’t fall over, but looked at Truffle with a mixture of respect and rage. Ragespect.
Arch hurled himself at Truffle and grabbed the Hoyo in a massive bear-hug, slowly squeezing the life out of him. Truffle reared his head back and brought it forth colliding it with Arch’s. Arch looked dazed, but didn’t let go of the vice-grip he had Truffle in. Truffle head-butted him again and again, but Arch wouldn’t let go of the hold. Truffle was feeling light-headed from the lack of blood getting to his upper torso.
You don’t have enough energy left to beat me, friend. Give up. Let go and let sleep overtake you. It will be easier that way.
Truffle roared, the red suddenly appearing in his fur. He broke out of Arch’s grip easily, and punched the king in the jaw, sending him flying across the ring. The king bounced back speedily, but with a determined look on his face. He raced toward Truffle and they exchanged blow after blow, each getting each other with a few, and blocking the rest. This went on for quite some time, neither man gaining much ground. Truffle decided that this had gone on for far too long, and plunged his fist into the ground. It came up covered in the marble that the floor of the ring was made out of.
Arch had a surprised look on his face. Surely he hadn’t known that Truffle possessed that power. Truffle spun around and launched the rock at Arch, catching him square in the nose with it. The large man still refused to fall over, his eyes watering from the broken nose he had received.
You like chucking rocks, eh? We’ll then. Here is one for you!
Arch punched into the ground as well, and pulled up a large section of the ground, and hurled it at Truffle, catching him with it. It broke over Truffle’s body and Truffle felt like he had been hit with the rock equivalent of a Mack-truck. Truffle’s body was so sore he could barely move. He thought back to his battle with Delucca, not even hours ago. This seemed to be another impossible enemy. Arch picked up another rock and threw it at him, this time Truffle was able to get out of the way on time, and their match turned into a rock throwing fight, each man getting hit multiple times by large rocks, and dodging some of the larger ones that looked as though they could be lethal. Truffle snarled and launched a few rocks in succession, hitting Arch’s thighs, and sending the large king to his knees.
Truffle saw this as his opportunity and raced over to Arch, dropkicking him in the face. The king laughed it off and got back to his feet.
What do you do when you face an opponent stronger than you, friend?
Truffle shrugged. He hadn’t expected an impromptu lesson in the middle of this fierce fight, but apparently Arch was going to give him one. Arch stepped closer to him and wrapped his arms around him again, getting him in that vicious bear-hug that he had used before. Truffle could feel the oxygen going out of his lungs as he struggled to get himself free. Arch leaned closer and whispered into his ear.
You lose.
Truffle could feel the darkness seeping in on the edges of his vision. In a last ditch effort he again head-butted Arch, this time aiming for the area between his eyes. Arch didn’t say anything, didn’t make any noises, just kept his grip on Truffle. Truffle knew then that he was going to lose this fight. He could feel the darkness enclosing over him and he accepted it. He would lose this fight and then be out of the tournament. He had wanted badly to make it further, to impress Ninjin and the royal family with how well he planned to do, maybe even be allowed to be part of the royal family, but that was all just a pipe dream now. The king had him in his grasp.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, your winner…….TRUFFFFLLLEEEEEEEE
The light came back in Truffle’s eyes. Why were they announcing him the winner? He hadn’t won. Nobody had won. He was still locked in Arch’s vice-grip of a bear-hug. He looked down at Arch and the king’s eyes were closed. Truffle couldn’t believe it. With that last head-butt, he had knocked Arch unconscious. His grip had remained locked because he had been knocked unconscious so suddenly. Truffle had beat him. With the help of some referees, Truffle was removed from the vice-grip and left the ring feeling satisfied. He was determined to seek out a rejuvenation tub and soak in it for a good long while. He had many injuries that needed to be healed before he progressed in this so far vicious tournament.