Post by Jax Punchlust on Oct 27, 2015 0:54:42 GMT
[PL, Light Weights Equipped]
One of the hardest parts of attempting to be a nomad warrior wandering the Earth on a quest to find one’s inner truth is the fact that, one: not knowing what one’s inner truth is makes it quite hard to find, and two: being a wandering warrior happens to be actually quite boring. When Jax quit his rather lucrative job of being a children’s performer, he thought that his lifestyle would’ve almost instantly changed into that of a roaming fighter, challenging the hordes of enemies that stood in his way. Instead, he was a rather tired and smelly man living in the outskirts of the forest out of a cardboard box, thanks to the fact that he had no place that would allow him to stay and that he had spent most of his remaining zenni from his job on training gear, which in all actuality only consisted of, what was in his opinion, “some really rad looking weighted clothing”, which was basically just purple sweatpants and a headband.
It didn’t make any sense to him why he couldn’t find anyone to fight. The planet was loaded with extraterrestrial beings that thrived off fighting and getting stronger. Heck, just recently there were those “Say-ins” who had just stopped by Earth and wrecked most of the planet and its cities. Those seemed to be rather powerful fighters, ones that might have even been able to give Jax a challenge. Was it that he wasn’t looking hard enough for battle, or he wasn’t looking in the right places? Or was it that he had reached such a powerful state, during all of his years of performing on his show that all of the fighters of the universe were avoiding him? The latter was likely more true than not, at least accordingly to Jax, but just in case he kept on training just in case he happened to run into anybody looking for battle.
Getting out of his cardboard box after a hard night’s sleep, Jax grabbed his training gear and flew into the air, and started to head for a nearby waterfall in the forest. It had been a few years since he had properly started training, since the show didn’t really require all that much effort out of his fighting skills, but once moving out of the city and into the forest he had created a new daily routine for himself. The training regime was based on what he could vaguely remember from his father’s training, which mainly consisted of watching Kung-Fu films and reenacting all of the coolest parts from them. Unfortunately, being out in the forest and all, he didn’t have a way of watching any movies, so he had to do it from memory. A scene that stuck out to Jax the most as a child was a scene where the legendary fighter from the mountains mediated under a waterfall for several days, to find his inner “one”. After doing this, he became ultra powerful, and defeated the demons that had taken over the village. It was the only scene that Jax could remember fully, so for the last few days he had mimicked it in every way possible. Once arriving on top of a mountain and finding his way to the waterfall, Jax found a nice relaxing spot large boulder right in the middle of the fall’s stream, sitting down with his legs crossed and shutting his eyes so that he could properly shut out the world around him.
“Humnaway…Humnaway…” Calming himself, he started to “summon his inner self”, as his father called it. He muttered something that what he thought sounded like some sort of ancient words of a mystical culture, and tried to tune out the sounds of the world around him, so he could reflect on his own thoughts. “Hum…na…way…”
He couldn’t do it. He had been sitting on his rear for too many hours these last few days, it was time to change it up. The thing was, it had been a long time since he had sat down and watched a Kung-Fu film, so besides a few impressive poses, he really couldn't come up with any more training exercises.
"I guess I may just need more rest. This intense training of manliness sure is taxing on my body..."
Getting up from his meditative stance, Jax walked over to the edge of a cliff, and started to take in the fresh air of the mountainside. For almost the entirety of his years in the ways of martial arts, most people had suggested to him that he should train in the local forests, saying that they were so far removed from where everyone else was that it allowed one to better themselves easier. Jax felt differently on the subject. He hated how there was nothing to do in this grassy hell, besides looking at a nice tree or some landscape here or there. He'd much rather be training with some of his father's old aerobic videos, those always found a way to get him pumped up for a good work-out.
Turning to go back to the waterfall to attempt to find his inner-self once more, Jax prepared himself for more of his rigorous exercises, when he heard the faint sound of a incredibly loud beast-like whine from the bottom of the mountain.
"Oh god, I better not end up having to fight another one of those gosh-darn dinosaurs…"
Placing his left hand over his eyes so that he could see through the sunlight. Much to his despair, it was a tyrannosaur that had been making the odd sound, and had been running through the forest for awhile now, or at least it seemed that way thanks to the trail of destroyed trees and rock that were behind it. It wasn't clear what the dinosaur was running from, until Jax just barely made out a small car chasing from behind the creature, equipped with some sort of high-tech laser technology that had been used to damage the dinosaur. It soon became clear to him that these people were trying to hunt down the dinosaur, which as far as he knew, had been illegal for the last couple of years. It also became clear to him that there was only one person could stop such an act of evil, and bring justice to this animal of the forest.
Puffing his chest out and placing one leg in front of the other, Jax took a second to mentally prepare himself, as if he was about to enter a scene from JimJohn FightingMan, and pointed theatrically at the car below from on top of the cliff.
"BEWARE, EVIL POACHERS! FOR I, JAX PUNCHLUST, HERO TO BEINGS OF ALL OF LIFE, WILL SWIFTLY BRING DOWN THIS ACT OF UN-GROOVY MEANNESS AND-"
It was here that it caught the attention of Jax that he had an untied shoe that need dealing with. Taking a brief moment to bend over and fix this crucial issue at hand, he had somehow found a way of getting the shoelace to wrap itself around his hand, and when trying to remove the tangled shoe lances he had somehow flipped himself, promptly sending himself off of the cliff. Luckily, during his plummet to the ground Jax got to take in the surrounding nature, as it was being shoved into his face every time he hit a part of the mountain on his way down, and also found some time to fix the dreaded untied shoe. Unlucky for himself, however, was the fact that the object to break his fall was the car, but at the very least during his painful rolling around the top of the car the dinosaur was able to get away from the now broken-down car.
"What the heck happened?!! Who is 'dis guy?" Angered by recent events, a impressively bulky man got out of the vehicle, and examined the condition of the car, along with man in purple training gear rolling around on the roof of it who was currently balling his eyes out and making some odd comments about how he wanted a kiss on his boo-boo from his daddy.
Appearing from the back of the car was another man with an equally impressive amount of muscle, carrying what appeared to be the weapons used to attack the dinosaur. "Hey, I know that guy. My daughter watches him, he's some Kung-Fu dude on a math show…"
"I don't care who he is, I want him off the car. Hey you. Yeah, I mean you." The two men stood alongside the car, as Jax continued to weep, holding his knee in pain as he made some unpleasant comments about how shoe laces were some communist plot to himself. "Who the heck are you? Who do you think you are, ruining our hunt on a big catch like that?"
Jax stopped his weeping, holding back his emotions. Now wasn't the time for crying. Now was the time as action, for him to prove himself a true warrior. This was going to be the battle he had waited for. Finding a way to stand up on the car, a feat which caused his damaged body immense pain, he once again pointed at the two men in front of him.
"BEWARE, YOU EVIL POACHERS! FOR I, OH GOSH DIDDLY DARN IT THIS HURTS, F-FOR I, JAX PUNCHLUST, HERO TO BEINGS OF ALL OF LIFE, WILL SWIFTLY BRING DOWN YOU AND YOUR ACTS OF NOT NICENESS AND-"
It was at this point in time the two men had thought it best to punch him in the face, as they didn't seem to be the biggest fan of his speech. The combined strength of the two men sent Jax flying backwards, forcing him into a tree which fell back in half upon impact.
"Man, he was so much better on the show." The musclebound man stared at Jax in worry, hoping he didn't just accidentally kill his daughter's favorite television star.
"I don't care. Make sure the weapons are ready, and let's head after that dinosaur again…"
The two men got into the beaten-down car and after a bit of trouble getting car to work, it started to go along perfectly fine, despite the major dent in it now. As the car drove off, Jax was left in the gas with barely enough strength to get up.
He was left in shock. He just couldn't believe it. After taking the full force of nature and giving what was likely one of the best speeches ever, he took two punches full force and had done it so well that it scared the two criminals off. The training he had been doing the last few days had to be working, as he was never this powerful in a fight before. Pulling himself forward with his arms, he began to crawl his way back to camp, fueled by a renewed sense of "grooveitude" and desire to prove himself.
"I'm going to get even stronger…look out world, Punchlust is coming for you…"
One of the hardest parts of attempting to be a nomad warrior wandering the Earth on a quest to find one’s inner truth is the fact that, one: not knowing what one’s inner truth is makes it quite hard to find, and two: being a wandering warrior happens to be actually quite boring. When Jax quit his rather lucrative job of being a children’s performer, he thought that his lifestyle would’ve almost instantly changed into that of a roaming fighter, challenging the hordes of enemies that stood in his way. Instead, he was a rather tired and smelly man living in the outskirts of the forest out of a cardboard box, thanks to the fact that he had no place that would allow him to stay and that he had spent most of his remaining zenni from his job on training gear, which in all actuality only consisted of, what was in his opinion, “some really rad looking weighted clothing”, which was basically just purple sweatpants and a headband.
It didn’t make any sense to him why he couldn’t find anyone to fight. The planet was loaded with extraterrestrial beings that thrived off fighting and getting stronger. Heck, just recently there were those “Say-ins” who had just stopped by Earth and wrecked most of the planet and its cities. Those seemed to be rather powerful fighters, ones that might have even been able to give Jax a challenge. Was it that he wasn’t looking hard enough for battle, or he wasn’t looking in the right places? Or was it that he had reached such a powerful state, during all of his years of performing on his show that all of the fighters of the universe were avoiding him? The latter was likely more true than not, at least accordingly to Jax, but just in case he kept on training just in case he happened to run into anybody looking for battle.
Getting out of his cardboard box after a hard night’s sleep, Jax grabbed his training gear and flew into the air, and started to head for a nearby waterfall in the forest. It had been a few years since he had properly started training, since the show didn’t really require all that much effort out of his fighting skills, but once moving out of the city and into the forest he had created a new daily routine for himself. The training regime was based on what he could vaguely remember from his father’s training, which mainly consisted of watching Kung-Fu films and reenacting all of the coolest parts from them. Unfortunately, being out in the forest and all, he didn’t have a way of watching any movies, so he had to do it from memory. A scene that stuck out to Jax the most as a child was a scene where the legendary fighter from the mountains mediated under a waterfall for several days, to find his inner “one”. After doing this, he became ultra powerful, and defeated the demons that had taken over the village. It was the only scene that Jax could remember fully, so for the last few days he had mimicked it in every way possible. Once arriving on top of a mountain and finding his way to the waterfall, Jax found a nice relaxing spot large boulder right in the middle of the fall’s stream, sitting down with his legs crossed and shutting his eyes so that he could properly shut out the world around him.
“Humnaway…Humnaway…” Calming himself, he started to “summon his inner self”, as his father called it. He muttered something that what he thought sounded like some sort of ancient words of a mystical culture, and tried to tune out the sounds of the world around him, so he could reflect on his own thoughts. “Hum…na…way…”
He couldn’t do it. He had been sitting on his rear for too many hours these last few days, it was time to change it up. The thing was, it had been a long time since he had sat down and watched a Kung-Fu film, so besides a few impressive poses, he really couldn't come up with any more training exercises.
"I guess I may just need more rest. This intense training of manliness sure is taxing on my body..."
Getting up from his meditative stance, Jax walked over to the edge of a cliff, and started to take in the fresh air of the mountainside. For almost the entirety of his years in the ways of martial arts, most people had suggested to him that he should train in the local forests, saying that they were so far removed from where everyone else was that it allowed one to better themselves easier. Jax felt differently on the subject. He hated how there was nothing to do in this grassy hell, besides looking at a nice tree or some landscape here or there. He'd much rather be training with some of his father's old aerobic videos, those always found a way to get him pumped up for a good work-out.
Turning to go back to the waterfall to attempt to find his inner-self once more, Jax prepared himself for more of his rigorous exercises, when he heard the faint sound of a incredibly loud beast-like whine from the bottom of the mountain.
"Oh god, I better not end up having to fight another one of those gosh-darn dinosaurs…"
Placing his left hand over his eyes so that he could see through the sunlight. Much to his despair, it was a tyrannosaur that had been making the odd sound, and had been running through the forest for awhile now, or at least it seemed that way thanks to the trail of destroyed trees and rock that were behind it. It wasn't clear what the dinosaur was running from, until Jax just barely made out a small car chasing from behind the creature, equipped with some sort of high-tech laser technology that had been used to damage the dinosaur. It soon became clear to him that these people were trying to hunt down the dinosaur, which as far as he knew, had been illegal for the last couple of years. It also became clear to him that there was only one person could stop such an act of evil, and bring justice to this animal of the forest.
Puffing his chest out and placing one leg in front of the other, Jax took a second to mentally prepare himself, as if he was about to enter a scene from JimJohn FightingMan, and pointed theatrically at the car below from on top of the cliff.
"BEWARE, EVIL POACHERS! FOR I, JAX PUNCHLUST, HERO TO BEINGS OF ALL OF LIFE, WILL SWIFTLY BRING DOWN THIS ACT OF UN-GROOVY MEANNESS AND-"
It was here that it caught the attention of Jax that he had an untied shoe that need dealing with. Taking a brief moment to bend over and fix this crucial issue at hand, he had somehow found a way of getting the shoelace to wrap itself around his hand, and when trying to remove the tangled shoe lances he had somehow flipped himself, promptly sending himself off of the cliff. Luckily, during his plummet to the ground Jax got to take in the surrounding nature, as it was being shoved into his face every time he hit a part of the mountain on his way down, and also found some time to fix the dreaded untied shoe. Unlucky for himself, however, was the fact that the object to break his fall was the car, but at the very least during his painful rolling around the top of the car the dinosaur was able to get away from the now broken-down car.
"What the heck happened?!! Who is 'dis guy?" Angered by recent events, a impressively bulky man got out of the vehicle, and examined the condition of the car, along with man in purple training gear rolling around on the roof of it who was currently balling his eyes out and making some odd comments about how he wanted a kiss on his boo-boo from his daddy.
Appearing from the back of the car was another man with an equally impressive amount of muscle, carrying what appeared to be the weapons used to attack the dinosaur. "Hey, I know that guy. My daughter watches him, he's some Kung-Fu dude on a math show…"
"I don't care who he is, I want him off the car. Hey you. Yeah, I mean you." The two men stood alongside the car, as Jax continued to weep, holding his knee in pain as he made some unpleasant comments about how shoe laces were some communist plot to himself. "Who the heck are you? Who do you think you are, ruining our hunt on a big catch like that?"
Jax stopped his weeping, holding back his emotions. Now wasn't the time for crying. Now was the time as action, for him to prove himself a true warrior. This was going to be the battle he had waited for. Finding a way to stand up on the car, a feat which caused his damaged body immense pain, he once again pointed at the two men in front of him.
"BEWARE, YOU EVIL POACHERS! FOR I, OH GOSH DIDDLY DARN IT THIS HURTS, F-FOR I, JAX PUNCHLUST, HERO TO BEINGS OF ALL OF LIFE, WILL SWIFTLY BRING DOWN YOU AND YOUR ACTS OF NOT NICENESS AND-"
It was at this point in time the two men had thought it best to punch him in the face, as they didn't seem to be the biggest fan of his speech. The combined strength of the two men sent Jax flying backwards, forcing him into a tree which fell back in half upon impact.
"Man, he was so much better on the show." The musclebound man stared at Jax in worry, hoping he didn't just accidentally kill his daughter's favorite television star.
"I don't care. Make sure the weapons are ready, and let's head after that dinosaur again…"
The two men got into the beaten-down car and after a bit of trouble getting car to work, it started to go along perfectly fine, despite the major dent in it now. As the car drove off, Jax was left in the gas with barely enough strength to get up.
He was left in shock. He just couldn't believe it. After taking the full force of nature and giving what was likely one of the best speeches ever, he took two punches full force and had done it so well that it scared the two criminals off. The training he had been doing the last few days had to be working, as he was never this powerful in a fight before. Pulling himself forward with his arms, he began to crawl his way back to camp, fueled by a renewed sense of "grooveitude" and desire to prove himself.
"I'm going to get even stronger…look out world, Punchlust is coming for you…"
