Post by Kaula on Apr 7, 2015 21:43:58 GMT
Kaula just stared right up to Northy, giggling to herself as he sorta glared down at her. "Vhat is so funny, little monkey seester." he'd ask, angrily. "I just realized what is so different about you.." she said, starting to laugh louder as she pointed to his head, where he had an OBVIOUSLY fake wig on it, "You have a CARPET ON YOUR HEAD!" she said loudly, starting to laugh some more. She felt if the previous fighters had chosen to stick around, they'd have laughed at that. At least Denise was on her side, giggle-snorting from her seat. "Northy" by this point was fuming mad, though Sal kicked in. "Anyway, yah two. Let's get started on this fight, yeah? Yeah. Clean fight. No cheatin', all that jazz." Sal'd say before starting to back out of the ring slowly. Kaula, having already beaten this man was still giggling like a dork. She thought this whole thing would be sooooo easy. She had beaten him earlier with ease, so how would this be any different? Cheddar was harder then him.
*DING DING*
The bell echoed in her mind as the young Saiyan soon found herself falling straight to the mat, thumping onto it hard. What the fuck happened? Why the hell did her head hurt so much? "Two.... Three..." She reached to her head. Ugh.. Did that asshole punch her..? She placed her hands on the ground and went to slowly stand up, groaning a bit, "Stop counting! I'm.. Up.." she said with a mumble, shaking her head a few times. And there was Northy, smirking like that jerk he was. Oh, how he wanted to punch that smirk right off of his smug face. She stood up and nodded to Sal before glancing back at the other Saiyan, "You got lucky, once. Not again!" she shouted as she moved forward, starting to throw multiple punches towards the large Saiyan, who blocked them all. All of them! The girl was clearly getting frustrated. "STOP!" Hard right punch came his way which he stepped back to avoid. "BLOCKING!" she threw another punch with her left hand, "MY PUNCHES!" she shouted out as she threw two more before stepping back, starting to pant as she wiped some sweat from her eyes. Son of a bitch. He went down way too easy the first time, it seemed, and he was not going to underestimate her this time.
"Awww. Is tha leettle monkey seester tired already? Maybe you should just go to sleep already. Give up, for you shall not win against the Great Monkey of the North, dah." Northy said with a hearty laugh. He went to rush at her, throwing a fast punch which Kaula narrowly dodged. The huge dude was fast, faster then she remembered. "I will teach you! You got lucky the first time, but not this time, Seester. YOU SHALL BE THE ONE TO GO DOWN!" he shouted as he went to bring a fist down on the top of her head, bonking her and clearly dazing her. She fell back again with a loud groan. She heard counting again, fucking Sal seemed to be counting slower then he normally did, seems he was rooting for her, as well. "Son of a bitch.." she growled out as she slowly placed her hands on the ground and stood back up, glaring right at the other Saiyan, "That.. Is the last hit.. You are getting in on me." she said as she pointed at him, "You're.. Going down. Just so you know. You're going down hard." she said, just causing the man to start laughing. She raised her fists up and slowly moved towards him, growling softly as she started to throw a few light jabs. Luckily for her, the large man was starting to get cocky, throwing some half-assed punches and letting the girl get in some punches on him. He was about to throw a punch her way when there was a solid sounding ringing, "End of the first round! Yah both have been goin' at it fer a while!" he said. Kaula sighed a bit and stared at North, who went to one of the corners of the ring, sighing a little bit, eyeing right at her. He seemed to be a bit worn out.. Damn, Kaula wasn't aware that she had hurt him so much. She went to an opposite one and grunted a bit as she looked back. Oh hey, Greasy Sal was nearby. "Yah got 'im on tha ropes, girl. You can do this. I just know you can." he'd say before placing a hand on her shoulder, "You got heart, kid. I just bet yah can win." was the last words he said before he went to move away, "Restin' time's over. Meet back in the center of tha ring, yah twos." Kaula groaned and slowly walked over, her bruised body aching as she slowly meet the taller Saiyan there, "You're going down.." she grumbled loudly. He just laughed again.
*DING DING*
The bell rung, and this time Kaula was ready. She ducked down underneath the quick punch that Northy threw before she shot up, just like in their first match, and her gloved fist came right in contact with his chin. He gasped out, his eyes going wide for a moment as he went reeling back from the punch, that fake-ass wig of his flying from his head and out of the ring to show that shiny, bald head of his. He took a step back afterwards.. Before taking two steps forward.. And then a mighty faceplant into the ground. He just sorta laid there, Kaula panting softly as she looked from him, to her fist. She did this. She shall win. Greasy Sal came up, "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!-" he stopped as Northy placed his hands on the mat, trying to heft himself up slowly... Before he collapsed again with a groan. "Eight! Nine! Ten! KAULA IS THE WINNER! KAULA WINS THE TOURNAMENT!" he proclaimed as he went to climb up, grabbing one of the young Saiyan's arms and holding it up. "WOOOOOO! You go girl!!" came Denise from the stands. She was damn happy. She reveled in her win, laughing a bit before she slowly thumped down to the ground, out cold.
Two Days Later
Kaula groaned out loudly from behind the door. "You're a fucking dick, Sal." she called out. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Yah want the money, right..? An' I said it would be a chance to earn some money, sweetcheeks." "... Yeah. I want the money. But don't fucking call me that." "Yah got it on?" ".... Do I have to wear this..?" "Yep." there was a loud sigh from the bathroom. Eventually Kaula slowly exited the bathroom, frowning a little bit. She was in Sal's car dealership and there seemed to be some cameras there. Currently, she was clad in her normal Sunglasses and Scarf.. However... Her clothes, or rather lack of them, was apparent as she was only clad in a black bikini. It really didn't leave much to the imagination, her whole athletic body pretty much being showed off, and she clearly wasn't pleased with it one bit. Regardless.. She kind of needed the money. "I swear.. I am going to kick your perverted ass after this.." she mumbled, moving infront of one of the cameras that was currently pointing towards one of the cars. "Let's just get this over with, you pervert." she said with a huff, running a hand through her long, spiky hair as her tail angrily flicked at the nearby car. She cleared her throat and looked at Sal, who then nodded to one of the camera men, who then pointed to Kaula. "Come on down to Greasy Sal's Used Automobile Store in South Capitol. We have them all. Want a hovercar? We got it. Motorcycle? We got it. Simple car? We got it. We even have a new boating section." she said as she went to start stepping across the floor, the camera following her, to motion to a large submarine on the sales floor. "Fifth buyer gets two free tickets to the next major boxing event involving your's truly." she said as she pointed to herself, giving a fake smile. "And remember, here at Greasy Sal's.." she paused and pretended to throw a punch, "The deals are a knock oooout..." she said, giving another fake smile. She waited until the cameras stopped before she sighed, crossing her arms. She glared at Sal, who was smiling like a dork. "Don't you dare say anything.. Shut up and give me my money.." she grumbled as she trudged away to get changed. For now, she tried to focus on the future. There was this minor circuit that she had to learn about. She'd ask Sal about it when he wasn't being a pervert and making her wear things like this. "I wonder what I spend this money on when I get it.." she mumbled.
((1,500 words exactly, it seems. RADICAL.))
*DING DING*
The bell echoed in her mind as the young Saiyan soon found herself falling straight to the mat, thumping onto it hard. What the fuck happened? Why the hell did her head hurt so much? "Two.... Three..." She reached to her head. Ugh.. Did that asshole punch her..? She placed her hands on the ground and went to slowly stand up, groaning a bit, "Stop counting! I'm.. Up.." she said with a mumble, shaking her head a few times. And there was Northy, smirking like that jerk he was. Oh, how he wanted to punch that smirk right off of his smug face. She stood up and nodded to Sal before glancing back at the other Saiyan, "You got lucky, once. Not again!" she shouted as she moved forward, starting to throw multiple punches towards the large Saiyan, who blocked them all. All of them! The girl was clearly getting frustrated. "STOP!" Hard right punch came his way which he stepped back to avoid. "BLOCKING!" she threw another punch with her left hand, "MY PUNCHES!" she shouted out as she threw two more before stepping back, starting to pant as she wiped some sweat from her eyes. Son of a bitch. He went down way too easy the first time, it seemed, and he was not going to underestimate her this time.
"Awww. Is tha leettle monkey seester tired already? Maybe you should just go to sleep already. Give up, for you shall not win against the Great Monkey of the North, dah." Northy said with a hearty laugh. He went to rush at her, throwing a fast punch which Kaula narrowly dodged. The huge dude was fast, faster then she remembered. "I will teach you! You got lucky the first time, but not this time, Seester. YOU SHALL BE THE ONE TO GO DOWN!" he shouted as he went to bring a fist down on the top of her head, bonking her and clearly dazing her. She fell back again with a loud groan. She heard counting again, fucking Sal seemed to be counting slower then he normally did, seems he was rooting for her, as well. "Son of a bitch.." she growled out as she slowly placed her hands on the ground and stood back up, glaring right at the other Saiyan, "That.. Is the last hit.. You are getting in on me." she said as she pointed at him, "You're.. Going down. Just so you know. You're going down hard." she said, just causing the man to start laughing. She raised her fists up and slowly moved towards him, growling softly as she started to throw a few light jabs. Luckily for her, the large man was starting to get cocky, throwing some half-assed punches and letting the girl get in some punches on him. He was about to throw a punch her way when there was a solid sounding ringing, "End of the first round! Yah both have been goin' at it fer a while!" he said. Kaula sighed a bit and stared at North, who went to one of the corners of the ring, sighing a little bit, eyeing right at her. He seemed to be a bit worn out.. Damn, Kaula wasn't aware that she had hurt him so much. She went to an opposite one and grunted a bit as she looked back. Oh hey, Greasy Sal was nearby. "Yah got 'im on tha ropes, girl. You can do this. I just know you can." he'd say before placing a hand on her shoulder, "You got heart, kid. I just bet yah can win." was the last words he said before he went to move away, "Restin' time's over. Meet back in the center of tha ring, yah twos." Kaula groaned and slowly walked over, her bruised body aching as she slowly meet the taller Saiyan there, "You're going down.." she grumbled loudly. He just laughed again.
*DING DING*
The bell rung, and this time Kaula was ready. She ducked down underneath the quick punch that Northy threw before she shot up, just like in their first match, and her gloved fist came right in contact with his chin. He gasped out, his eyes going wide for a moment as he went reeling back from the punch, that fake-ass wig of his flying from his head and out of the ring to show that shiny, bald head of his. He took a step back afterwards.. Before taking two steps forward.. And then a mighty faceplant into the ground. He just sorta laid there, Kaula panting softly as she looked from him, to her fist. She did this. She shall win. Greasy Sal came up, "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!-" he stopped as Northy placed his hands on the mat, trying to heft himself up slowly... Before he collapsed again with a groan. "Eight! Nine! Ten! KAULA IS THE WINNER! KAULA WINS THE TOURNAMENT!" he proclaimed as he went to climb up, grabbing one of the young Saiyan's arms and holding it up. "WOOOOOO! You go girl!!" came Denise from the stands. She was damn happy. She reveled in her win, laughing a bit before she slowly thumped down to the ground, out cold.
Two Days Later
Kaula groaned out loudly from behind the door. "You're a fucking dick, Sal." she called out. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Yah want the money, right..? An' I said it would be a chance to earn some money, sweetcheeks." "... Yeah. I want the money. But don't fucking call me that." "Yah got it on?" ".... Do I have to wear this..?" "Yep." there was a loud sigh from the bathroom. Eventually Kaula slowly exited the bathroom, frowning a little bit. She was in Sal's car dealership and there seemed to be some cameras there. Currently, she was clad in her normal Sunglasses and Scarf.. However... Her clothes, or rather lack of them, was apparent as she was only clad in a black bikini. It really didn't leave much to the imagination, her whole athletic body pretty much being showed off, and she clearly wasn't pleased with it one bit. Regardless.. She kind of needed the money. "I swear.. I am going to kick your perverted ass after this.." she mumbled, moving infront of one of the cameras that was currently pointing towards one of the cars. "Let's just get this over with, you pervert." she said with a huff, running a hand through her long, spiky hair as her tail angrily flicked at the nearby car. She cleared her throat and looked at Sal, who then nodded to one of the camera men, who then pointed to Kaula. "Come on down to Greasy Sal's Used Automobile Store in South Capitol. We have them all. Want a hovercar? We got it. Motorcycle? We got it. Simple car? We got it. We even have a new boating section." she said as she went to start stepping across the floor, the camera following her, to motion to a large submarine on the sales floor. "Fifth buyer gets two free tickets to the next major boxing event involving your's truly." she said as she pointed to herself, giving a fake smile. "And remember, here at Greasy Sal's.." she paused and pretended to throw a punch, "The deals are a knock oooout..." she said, giving another fake smile. She waited until the cameras stopped before she sighed, crossing her arms. She glared at Sal, who was smiling like a dork. "Don't you dare say anything.. Shut up and give me my money.." she grumbled as she trudged away to get changed. For now, she tried to focus on the future. There was this minor circuit that she had to learn about. She'd ask Sal about it when he wasn't being a pervert and making her wear things like this. "I wonder what I spend this money on when I get it.." she mumbled.
((1,500 words exactly, it seems. RADICAL.))
