Post by Celeh on Sept 27, 2016 15:53:43 GMT -8
Celeh didn't like doing this at all, but she couldn't just pick up a day job in the cities of Earth. Saiyans were still rather unliked, and although she could blend in easier by stripping away her armor and cutting off her tail, she refused to do so. She may not be a member of the Saiyan military anymore, but she also wouldn't discard her pride as a Saiyan so she could hide in plain sight. Still, with her cloak covering her armor and her face, Celeh stood in the waiting room to an underground martial arts ring that hosted fighters for money. The pot for the night went to the last fighter standing, with the previous champion having the honor of being the last one to enter the ring. It seemed like a rigged setup, so that the high rollers could pick and choose their champion to ensure they kept winning their bets. Celeh didn't care either way.
She was set to be first in line for tonight's matches, meaning that she would have to defeat every other fighter here to walk away with the pot. That was a total of twelve matches for her to make her way through. For any normal fighter, it would have been impossible. Out of respect for the ones fighting here, she elected not to wear her weights. If any of these fighters was a slight challange, having her weights on could cost her the only chance she had at making any money tonight, and this was her only source of income. Fighting was all she really knew.
Celeh stepped into the ring and tossed her cloak aside. The crowd in the warehouse all gasped and began murmuring to one another about the fact that a Saiyan had showed up, but no one tried to send her away. If anything, they'd just want to see her get beaten by one of the other fighters. She stood in the ring silently, fists clenched at her sides while staring intently at the entrance to the ring opposite her. The first one to walk into the ring looked to be a body-builder of some sort, with some combat boots and fingerless gloves on. He looked like something out of a cliche action movie. The big lug brushed his blonde hair back with a comb from his pocket and then took his fighting stance.
The bell rang, and it was over in a flash. Celeh's speed was so fast that most of the crowd couldn't keep up. The announcer for the fight was dumbfounded as the poor chump was sent rocketing, smashing through the door from whence he'd came. Celeh was left still, in her forward jab stance. She slowly retracted her arm and stood upright again. "Next?" The one word echoed over a silent crowd as she glanced to the ringside announcer. She wanted to get this over with and get out of the city as fast as possible. If they took forever bringing the next opponent out, she'd be here all night.
They quickly cleaned up the busted door and carted the unconscious fighter to their makeshift infirmary. Meanwhile Celeh was left standing just as she had been before the previous match. The next fighter came out, and although he rushed forward to make the first attack, he was doubled over her elbow in an instant before falling onto his back gasping for breath. She planted her foot on his chest and held one hand up in triumph. The pressure of her foot preventing him from breathing had him unconscious in no time, and he was carted away as well.
Each fight played out the same. Celeh defeated them all in a single blow. She didn't use her full strength. Powering up here would have caused a huge ruckus. Instead she just used her base power and defeated the first ten fighters like they were standing still. The time eventually came for the eleventh bout, and her opponent turned out to be another saiyan! Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a smile.
"Well, well...I never imagined I'd find another here...I suppose it makes sense. This is the only way we can make money to live on on this planet, right?" She chided to the other saiyan, a male with windblown, short hair that happened to be shorter than she was. He responded, "This is my gig, and you won't take it from me." The opposing saiyan took his fighting stance and the bell rang.
Fists clashed with immense power, sending small shockwaves through the warehouse. The audience and officiators were all stunned at the strength of their blows and the speed of their movements. Celeh took a punch square on the jaw after backing him into a corner, and as she staggered back he rushed out to continue his assault. It was met with a heel to the chin and he folded like soggy paper. Her aquamarine energy danced around her frame as her full power was released in an instant. The whole warehouse shook, causing dust to fall from the ceiling and bluster around the place. Celeh picked the saiyan up and carried him over to the entrance to the ring that he'd come through, letting the medical staff carry him to the infirmary.
The final battle to take place finally came. It was a humanoid with feline ears and a matching tail. He looked extremely young, no older than fifteen. The announcer called his name, "And now our champion from last month! He's young and spry, fast as lighting with moves that hypnotize! It's Nagai Kohmaru!"
The feline boy was dressed in a very smooth fitting silk garb that looked like something in between a martial arts gi and a ceremonial attire. They weren't baggy or loose in the way that normal gi clothes were. They were very form-fitting. He had a dark purple vest over a white shirt with black pants. He bowed to Celeh and then held both hands towards her, palms forward with knees bent.
Celeh took her own fighting stance and rolled her neck to pop it. "You're different from the others. I never imagined I'd be fighting a kid."
Nagai's lips curled into a frown, "Don't think lightly of me because I'm younger than you. My family's lineage is that of distinguished martial artists. Centuries of fighters have culminated up to this point...up to me...I cannot lose!"
The intensity in his expression and the sincerity in his voice surprised her. He really believed what he said, and took pride in it. She could sense the energy coming off of him. It was certainly more than the others...even than the saiyan she'd just fought. "There is more to fighting than natural talent and raw power. Skill, speed, strength, toughness...they're only a small portion of what decides a fight. Your pride may not be misplaced, but you're still delusional to think you can win based on your blood alone."
And with that, the bell rang once more. Their fight began with an angry barrage of punches and kicks from the feline boy. They came at her in such a way that Celeh wasn't able to properly defend herself. Each of his motions was curved and whip-like, almost as if he were a swirling torrent of fists and feet all meant to batter and beat down his opponent. It was almost like he was the eye of a violent storm.
She went completely into a defensive stance, using knees and forearms to block the incredible barrage of blows that were flying at her from every angle. His tail was absent from the barrage, though, which gave her the edge she needed. A quick flick of her tail and one of his wrists was in her grasp. His rhythm came screeching to a halt, and Celeh was able to score her first successful punch of the match with her knuckles landing square between his eyes.
She let go with her tail and stepped back to catch her breath while he recoiled from that punch. Celeh held up her hand and began to gather energy, "You're a worthy opponent, and if we'd fought a few years from now when you've matured and honed your technique, the outcome would be in your favor...but you're not on my level yet." He rushed forward to start another series of attacks, this time even faster than before. She almost lost sight of him for that split second, but he just wasn't up to the speed she was accustomed to fighting.
Her outstretched arm angled upward, as he'd done a leaping attack and was coming down from above. The blast she'd been gathering in her palm sprung forward and the beam slammed into his chest, planting his back against the ceiling of the warehouse before exploding and letting him free fall back into the ring. Celeh caught him before he hit the floor, and set him down gently. He was unconscious just like the others. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that, despite her show of strength, she hadn't killed any of them. She was bruised and tired. But the prize was hers. She'd take her cut and be gone with the wind...
She was set to be first in line for tonight's matches, meaning that she would have to defeat every other fighter here to walk away with the pot. That was a total of twelve matches for her to make her way through. For any normal fighter, it would have been impossible. Out of respect for the ones fighting here, she elected not to wear her weights. If any of these fighters was a slight challange, having her weights on could cost her the only chance she had at making any money tonight, and this was her only source of income. Fighting was all she really knew.
Celeh stepped into the ring and tossed her cloak aside. The crowd in the warehouse all gasped and began murmuring to one another about the fact that a Saiyan had showed up, but no one tried to send her away. If anything, they'd just want to see her get beaten by one of the other fighters. She stood in the ring silently, fists clenched at her sides while staring intently at the entrance to the ring opposite her. The first one to walk into the ring looked to be a body-builder of some sort, with some combat boots and fingerless gloves on. He looked like something out of a cliche action movie. The big lug brushed his blonde hair back with a comb from his pocket and then took his fighting stance.
The bell rang, and it was over in a flash. Celeh's speed was so fast that most of the crowd couldn't keep up. The announcer for the fight was dumbfounded as the poor chump was sent rocketing, smashing through the door from whence he'd came. Celeh was left still, in her forward jab stance. She slowly retracted her arm and stood upright again. "Next?" The one word echoed over a silent crowd as she glanced to the ringside announcer. She wanted to get this over with and get out of the city as fast as possible. If they took forever bringing the next opponent out, she'd be here all night.
They quickly cleaned up the busted door and carted the unconscious fighter to their makeshift infirmary. Meanwhile Celeh was left standing just as she had been before the previous match. The next fighter came out, and although he rushed forward to make the first attack, he was doubled over her elbow in an instant before falling onto his back gasping for breath. She planted her foot on his chest and held one hand up in triumph. The pressure of her foot preventing him from breathing had him unconscious in no time, and he was carted away as well.
Each fight played out the same. Celeh defeated them all in a single blow. She didn't use her full strength. Powering up here would have caused a huge ruckus. Instead she just used her base power and defeated the first ten fighters like they were standing still. The time eventually came for the eleventh bout, and her opponent turned out to be another saiyan! Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a smile.
"Well, well...I never imagined I'd find another here...I suppose it makes sense. This is the only way we can make money to live on on this planet, right?" She chided to the other saiyan, a male with windblown, short hair that happened to be shorter than she was. He responded, "This is my gig, and you won't take it from me." The opposing saiyan took his fighting stance and the bell rang.
Fists clashed with immense power, sending small shockwaves through the warehouse. The audience and officiators were all stunned at the strength of their blows and the speed of their movements. Celeh took a punch square on the jaw after backing him into a corner, and as she staggered back he rushed out to continue his assault. It was met with a heel to the chin and he folded like soggy paper. Her aquamarine energy danced around her frame as her full power was released in an instant. The whole warehouse shook, causing dust to fall from the ceiling and bluster around the place. Celeh picked the saiyan up and carried him over to the entrance to the ring that he'd come through, letting the medical staff carry him to the infirmary.
The final battle to take place finally came. It was a humanoid with feline ears and a matching tail. He looked extremely young, no older than fifteen. The announcer called his name, "And now our champion from last month! He's young and spry, fast as lighting with moves that hypnotize! It's Nagai Kohmaru!"
The feline boy was dressed in a very smooth fitting silk garb that looked like something in between a martial arts gi and a ceremonial attire. They weren't baggy or loose in the way that normal gi clothes were. They were very form-fitting. He had a dark purple vest over a white shirt with black pants. He bowed to Celeh and then held both hands towards her, palms forward with knees bent.
Celeh took her own fighting stance and rolled her neck to pop it. "You're different from the others. I never imagined I'd be fighting a kid."
Nagai's lips curled into a frown, "Don't think lightly of me because I'm younger than you. My family's lineage is that of distinguished martial artists. Centuries of fighters have culminated up to this point...up to me...I cannot lose!"
The intensity in his expression and the sincerity in his voice surprised her. He really believed what he said, and took pride in it. She could sense the energy coming off of him. It was certainly more than the others...even than the saiyan she'd just fought. "There is more to fighting than natural talent and raw power. Skill, speed, strength, toughness...they're only a small portion of what decides a fight. Your pride may not be misplaced, but you're still delusional to think you can win based on your blood alone."
And with that, the bell rang once more. Their fight began with an angry barrage of punches and kicks from the feline boy. They came at her in such a way that Celeh wasn't able to properly defend herself. Each of his motions was curved and whip-like, almost as if he were a swirling torrent of fists and feet all meant to batter and beat down his opponent. It was almost like he was the eye of a violent storm.
She went completely into a defensive stance, using knees and forearms to block the incredible barrage of blows that were flying at her from every angle. His tail was absent from the barrage, though, which gave her the edge she needed. A quick flick of her tail and one of his wrists was in her grasp. His rhythm came screeching to a halt, and Celeh was able to score her first successful punch of the match with her knuckles landing square between his eyes.
She let go with her tail and stepped back to catch her breath while he recoiled from that punch. Celeh held up her hand and began to gather energy, "You're a worthy opponent, and if we'd fought a few years from now when you've matured and honed your technique, the outcome would be in your favor...but you're not on my level yet." He rushed forward to start another series of attacks, this time even faster than before. She almost lost sight of him for that split second, but he just wasn't up to the speed she was accustomed to fighting.
Her outstretched arm angled upward, as he'd done a leaping attack and was coming down from above. The blast she'd been gathering in her palm sprung forward and the beam slammed into his chest, planting his back against the ceiling of the warehouse before exploding and letting him free fall back into the ring. Celeh caught him before he hit the floor, and set him down gently. He was unconscious just like the others. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that, despite her show of strength, she hadn't killed any of them. She was bruised and tired. But the prize was hers. She'd take her cut and be gone with the wind...
