Post by Koma on Mar 7, 2017 18:33:16 GMT
A flash of light....
The roar of a crowd.....
The electronic ringing of an alarm.....
And then, it began.
As the gates on either side of the arena lifted up, two warriors emerged. One in white shorts, the other in black. The rules were simple. Physical attacks only, and no flying. As the warriors shook hands, the air became as thick as molasses.
The tension between the two could be cut with a knife. As they backed off for a second, the crowd fell silent. This was to be a battle for the ages.
Spectating this match was a Warrior by the name of Koma. He happened to be in the first row of seats. He had paid good money for his ticket, and he wasn't about to miss even one second of the fight.
This happened to be one of the few things other than his job that Koma had a vested interest in. He was on the edge of his seat as a thundering boom ripped through the arena.
The fighters had both thrown Right hooks, and managed to hit one another's fists. They stared each other down for all of five seconds before the one dressed in black dropped to the ground and tried to sweep the legs of the fighter in white.
The attack missed it's mark, however, as the white clad fighter jumped to evade. As the warrior in black rose to his feet, the one in white kicked downward and smacked him against the floor with enough force to bounce him off of it.
This fight, however, was only beginning. As the battle raged on, Koma began to feel something stir within him. It was his fighting spirit.
The warrior inside of Koma could hardly be contained as he continued to watch the match. Sensing this, Koma watched intently as the two fighters traded blows. After close to one earth hour, both fighters had beaten each other into states of near-unconsciousness. With the last of their strength, they both tried to hit each other in the face. They both succeeded.
The match ended in a draw, which left a lot of fans disappointed. Koma, however, was filled with excitement. There was now a fire burning behind his eyes, and nothing could snuff it out. Koma left the arena with the other fans. This night had changed him, and the change was for the better.
Watching that fight had convinced Koma that he needed to become stronger, and he knew exactly how to go about it. When he checked back in at the base, Koma made his way to one of the gravity chambers.
The roar of a crowd.....
The electronic ringing of an alarm.....
And then, it began.
As the gates on either side of the arena lifted up, two warriors emerged. One in white shorts, the other in black. The rules were simple. Physical attacks only, and no flying. As the warriors shook hands, the air became as thick as molasses.
The tension between the two could be cut with a knife. As they backed off for a second, the crowd fell silent. This was to be a battle for the ages.
Spectating this match was a Warrior by the name of Koma. He happened to be in the first row of seats. He had paid good money for his ticket, and he wasn't about to miss even one second of the fight.
This happened to be one of the few things other than his job that Koma had a vested interest in. He was on the edge of his seat as a thundering boom ripped through the arena.
The fighters had both thrown Right hooks, and managed to hit one another's fists. They stared each other down for all of five seconds before the one dressed in black dropped to the ground and tried to sweep the legs of the fighter in white.
The attack missed it's mark, however, as the white clad fighter jumped to evade. As the warrior in black rose to his feet, the one in white kicked downward and smacked him against the floor with enough force to bounce him off of it.
This fight, however, was only beginning. As the battle raged on, Koma began to feel something stir within him. It was his fighting spirit.
The warrior inside of Koma could hardly be contained as he continued to watch the match. Sensing this, Koma watched intently as the two fighters traded blows. After close to one earth hour, both fighters had beaten each other into states of near-unconsciousness. With the last of their strength, they both tried to hit each other in the face. They both succeeded.
The match ended in a draw, which left a lot of fans disappointed. Koma, however, was filled with excitement. There was now a fire burning behind his eyes, and nothing could snuff it out. Koma left the arena with the other fans. This night had changed him, and the change was for the better.
Watching that fight had convinced Koma that he needed to become stronger, and he knew exactly how to go about it. When he checked back in at the base, Koma made his way to one of the gravity chambers.