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xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 905
(10/20/06 8:00 pm) Reply
Venting...(open to any good fighter)
X-oshi had been at it all morning. Kicking the crap out of a Mr. Sandbag had never been his most forward form of relaxation, but it was helping. It helped...very little...
X-oshi's prolonged abcence at school kinda made him feel out of place. It even angered him a bit, only becuase there were new people here. Plus his friends were advancing, one of his friends Sakura had grown immensly stronger, however he himself had not had a great increase.
"Too many damned mission, I gots-ta talk to da Boss about this."
he says in a slight exhausted voice.
He takes alook around to see that there was no one else in the gym, but him. Everybody had made their exit, however he was still there.
WHAACK
WHAAMM
BAAAHHH
He unleashed three fierce kicks to the center of Mr. Sandbag and took a breather before he began again.
He clung unto the bag and put his face into it. He was also getting sick and tired of people who really didn't matter. He felt as is there was none, not one person who could give him solace.
He pulled his face up and turned around and beagn walking towards the weight bench. which still had some hefty weights on it, and took a seat. He put his face in his towel.
Perhaps he moves quietly only when it suits him, but Merciah in his light mocasins that he made himself, can move very efficiently when he so desires. It might even surprise X-oshi when he speaks. Or it might not. He wasn't trying to sneask up on him, the circumstances just simply allowed him to make the majority of his trip unnoticed.
"I thought I showed you more then that. Did I not say that brute strength isn't going to win every firght for you." Merciah states, rather then asks. He had sparred with X-oshi once before. One of the few at the school that he has done so with. If not, the only one at the school that is a student that he has sparred with.
Since that time X-oshi seemed to be neglecting his training. For what reasons, Merciah doesn't know, whether they are good or bad. He can simply tell that he hasn't progressed much. And so he stands not to close as to be uncomfortable, but not so far as to be unfriendly from X-oshi.
This is where I put more of my random thoughts. :)
Has everyone heard, there have been attacks in the forest. More and more students are showing up in Mrs Hanabishi's ward by the day. What's going on. It's the talk of the school.
^Karrody's wheels
I don't make threats or bribes.
Promises and incentives are more my style
-M.Hart
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 912
(10/22/06 1:04 pm) Reply
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
"You did show me more than that," he knew whose voice it was, just from the familiar pitch and tone, "Yes, fightin's and trainin is way bigger than what I could eva realize. I have'nt gotten any stronga, But I need to."
He pulls the towel from his head and raises up to see good ol Merciah standing in front. Quickly glancing up and down, looking at his style of dress, he still feels he has been outclassed.
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
Merciah stands solemnly still and doesn't seem to do anything special as he talks to X-oshi. The turquiose stones on the sash that crosses his tunic seem to glow. It seems that they have done that quite a bit lately. Which is more then most people are used to. Most often Merciah's gems don't seem to glow or shine as they have been lately. But they have been, and maybe some people have noticed, but not many have. Maybe X-oshi will, but that would only be due to their not seeing each other in awhile.
As X-oshi finishes by saying he didn't even hear Merciah enter the gym, he gives a motion, that if were audible would probably be a grunt of acknowledgemen, but Merciah doesn't force any actual reply out of his mouth and so it is only a movement without sound to accompany it.
This is where I put more of my random thoughts. :)
Has everyone heard, there have been attacks in the forest. More and more students are showing up in Mrs Hanabishi's ward by the day. What's going on. It's the talk of the school.
^Karrody's wheels
I don't make threats or bribes.
Promises and incentives are more my style
-M.Hart
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)“You… bastard! Bastard! Just… take… this… and… die!”
Yakoutio was kicking a very large punching bag with all his might, his foot slammed into its red surface time after time again causing incredibly loud thudding sounds to echo across the entire gym. His fists were curled up close to his face as he hopped around, sometimes kicking with one foot, sometimes with the other. Sometimes he would kick straight into its surface and sometimes he would kick its side causing it to swing wildly in different directions. He would suddenly stand on his left foot and send a volley of kicks straight into the surface of the punching bag, his leg turning into a blur of motion as the sandbag was forced to bounce back and forth erratically. All of a sudden he would jump up into the air and swing his left leg around, this time creating an even louder thud than ever before followed by a loud snapping sound as the punching bag split down the side.
Yakoutio would land back down on the ground and turn towards the bag once more, his hands were glowing brightly as he roared in his rage, with a few flicks of his wrist he sent five volley’s of energy shards into its surface causing the bag to be enveloped in a cloud of its contents. As Yakoutio dropped to his knees the cloud disappeared to show a mix of fibres held up by a single chain with a pile of sand underneath. Yakoutio’s legs were shaking, half from the workout and half from his anger. He would get up and curse, grabbing the tattered punching bag and pulling it to the ground, leaving it as he turned around to walk out of the gym.
Suddenly however he would spot someone he had not seen in a long time, he turned his gaze towards X-oshi and grin, walking up to him afterwards. Though his mood had lightened slightly he still however seemed annoyed about something.
“Wow, where did you go?” He asked, astounded that he was here, “You almost missed class.”
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 915
(10/24/06 9:14 pm) Reply
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
X-oshi slowly looked in the general direction of where the beating sounds where coming from, and as his eyes focused, the familiar sound of energy made its prescence known.
Time passed and Yakoutio began speaking to him.
X-oshi lifts up and straigtens his back out and makes eye contact with him.
Quote:“Wow, where did you go?”
,
Quote:“You almost missed class.”
"And whats up to you too, homey. Yeah, I been outta town for a while, but Im back. I almost missed class, but I got skillz and I got back in time. Nobody told me classes where startin... but I had got a faster way of travel and made it back here faster than how I bounced out."
Body language is about almost 90% of communication.
And he could tell Yakoutio was pissed about something.
X-oshi, thought to himslef.
"Do I even want to know.... drama..."
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
Yakoutio grumbled and crossed his arms, sticking his nose in the air and closing his eyes as he pouted. He could have told X-oshi what the deal was, but then he would be laughed at. There was no honour in what had happened to him, although if he warned others about what had happened and what might happen to them if they weren’t careful then maybe he might be able to form a group. The child sighed and opened his eyes to slowly look back at X-oshi, uncrossing his arms and putting them on his hips while he tried to think of a way to put this.
“I got beat.” Yakoutio replied finally, “By a new student with only one basic power.”
Yakoutio now felt slightly embarrassed, he would blush a little and look down to the ground, scuffing his foot on the ground and sighing. He would then look back up at X-oshi, finally after he had finished blushing. He seemed more upset than angry now.
“He just sort of, knew how to use what little powers he had.” He sighed, “I really wasn’t expecting it. Though, if you see an eighteen-year-old student with red hair with white highlights, carrying a luger. Don’t underestimate him.”
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 923
(10/28/06 12:03 pm) Reply
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Those last bit of words partially went in one ear and out the other. Only the words, "I got beat" rang through his ears into his head and bounced around in his brain like a strike of lighting hitting water.
X-oshi held his compsure, but on the inside he was dying with laughter. However, when his mind replayed the second set of words... "By a student with one basic power."... he fell back to the ground. His sides were hurting from the laughter that was escaping from his body. It was too much.
Just to hear Yakoutio Motomota got beat in a fight was just music to his ears. However, he knew he felt sore about the situation and all, so he regained his compsure and stood up and looked at him.
He knew Merciah that had been standing there would not look at it so lightheatidly as X-oshi, but he also knew he didn't know of the trials between Yakoutio and himself.
"Man, I know you man, I know you... ya kinda gotta realize ya got beat. Now take ya lumps and get better, and go beat him..."
X-oshi turns to the left and walks away and begins to pace.
Thinking of a kid with red hair and white highlights, he had never seen before? He stops in mid step with his back to them both, he turns his head slightly to the right showing only one eye.
"Who is this guy?"
Now X-oshi wanted to know who this guy was and how he beat, someone like Yokoutio.
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter) “I checked his records, all I know is he’s called Winston Bales.” Yakoutio replied with a small pout, refusing to look at X-oshi at the moment, he seemed to forget that if this guy could beat him, X-oshi had no chance, “Though that’s the weird thing.”
Yakoutio turned and walked towards X-oshi again, almost forgetting Merciah in the room now, though he kept an eye out for him all the while. Yakoutio stopped and crossed his arms before bringing one hand up to his mouth as he thought about the situation carefully.
“There’s nothing about him before he came to the school a few weeks ago.” Yakoutio continued, “No birth certificate, no old school reports, no bank details, not even a dental record up until the point where he arrived at the school.”
Yakoutio uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips.
“It’s like he just appeared out of thin air.” He continued, looking up at X-oshi with a more serious expression on his face.
((ooc: not sure what information would be available for students but that’s generally what Koru wanted his character to be perceived, and in his absence I feel compelled to make that clear. ^_^ ))
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 925
(10/30/06 7:13 pm) Reply
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"Hummph..... A no-name..." He thought to himself.
He began to delve into the farthest reachest of his mind... to have a talk with himself and with the other him and the next and the next...
If he could whip Yakoutio, then with my new powers and better fighting knowledge, it would be a more evenly matched fight. In fact it would be a good-ass fight, a fight I don't need to lose. It's time for me to become more than what I am and become more of the fighter I know I can be. I should unleash what is the best part of me on the battle field and I should no longer hold back.
His mental image of himself, he stands up and begins to pull his clothes on tighter, as if he was preparing himself for the final fight. He finished and came back to reality.
And, it probably ain't that serious. He concluded...
"So, Winston Bales, is his name. I'll find him, he don't need to find me."
He turned around and began to laugh at the last comment in his head... "Appeared out of thin air... the unstatement."
He turned around and looked at Yakoutio with a slight smirk on his face. But with his eyebrows facing down.
"This is going to good, he clenches his fist, I can feel it!"
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
“Fortunately your thoughts are shared on the matter.”
A firm well paced clanking of tough boot leather on the gym floor echoed across the wide empty spaces of the gym. The person who had spoken out loud chuckled softly to himself under his breath, lifting his head upwards to gaze at the child he approached from behind from behind his fair smooth hairline. He stopped and quickly tilt his head back so that his hair drifted elegantly behind his head, resting delicately on his shoulders so that he may study this student with his one revealed eye, as always burning with a bright yellow much like that of a cats. His hand raised up his sides and rested upon his hips, his legs pressed together, much was the required movement of one of higher class. This commoner declared he was to find him. An absurd comment, the only reason he expected lower class filth to find him was of his order or order of another nobleman. He smirked and raised his hand slowly upwards, letting stay for a few seconds before bringing it up across his hair, laughing at this commoner’s stupidity under his breath. “Be it not of will yet I have found myself witness to challenge of a duel.” He said, his gracious and calm yet somewhat deepened and elegant voice supplying each word with exact grace and charm, “However I find myself, somewhat displeased that such a proud tradition be tainted by one of your, type.”
His one revealed eye would study his body up and down, his lip curling at the mere thought of this urchin proceeding in noble tradition. Had he been at the right place he would gladly show this child the back of his hand however as misfortune would have it with his noble title stripped from him such an act would alert the guard of this backwater location. “I shall save you the embarrassment.” He said afterwards, his smirk changing to a wicked smile as his one revealed eye flashed with a much brighter yellow, “You do not wish to end up quite like your friend. Do you?”
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 929
(11/2/06 6:10 pm) Reply
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"Fortunately your thoughts are shared on the matter.?"
X-oshi had spun around at the voice of another student. The hair was what X-oshi saw, and remembered. He looked at the boy talking to him, looked him up and down and sized him up. X-oshi looked back at Yakoutio and scoffed. And brought his eyes back to the boy.
"Taller than me, but older... evil...and weird.... but a small threat, only because he beat Yakoutio. He said to the recesses of his own mind. He could tell by the boys demeanor.
"This is it? he thought to himself, this is what beat Yakoutio...he got beat by him?"
As they boy finished talking, he felt belittled not because of what the boy said but because he was challenged... by this guy. He couldn't take him seriuos. It was laughable... He turned his back, midway during this guys... monolouge.
"Tired of this fool rantin already." He said to himself while putting his head in his right hand and shaking it. He rose his head and put his hands in his pockets and turned his head slightly to the right, looking over his shoulder.
"Hey man, he said to the boy, where you from. You ain't from here because if ya was... then ya wouldn't be mouthing off to me like that. I guess by this time we can't be cool with each other, but before you start running yo mouth, you best step ya game up."
"You ain't even worthy enough for me to even look at you."
Edited by: xoshi64 at: 11/3/06 9:38 am
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
((ooc: Hey Xoshi, apparently Winston is about six foot two so he would in fact be taller than X-oshi. I’ll nag Koru to add the correct heights and weights into his annoyingly huge appearance latter.))
Yakoutio just stood still while shaking slightly, not because he was scared but simply because he was much to embarrassed. He really wished he wasn’t here, he hated seeing this man again, the man who had beaten him in a fight, the second man to do so other than Vash. He slowly looked up and watched his movements as he spoke, he listened to every word carefully. He had a very strange way of speaking and it was hard for Yakoutio to understand it all but he got an idea, however X-oshi didn’t quite get it.
“However I find myself, somewhat displeased that such a proud tradition be tainted by one of your, type.”
A shiver tingled down Yakoutio’s spine at the word type, how could he be so cruel? X-oshi was X-oshi but Winston hardly knew him, how could he clam this just at sight. And X-oshi didn’t understand quite well, Yakoutio would have to say something to put him out of his misery but his lips trembled. Eventually Yakoutio stepped forwards, standing next to X-oshi and looking up at him, he wouldn’t make eye contact with Winston, he couldn’t stand the embarrassment.
“He doesn’t want to fight against you X-oshi.” He said finally, “He would have duelled you for your honour. But he claims… to do so… would be useless, because of your skin colour…”
Yakoutio finally turned his head to look at Winston, his eyes were scowling at the man, filled with hate. He had never heard anyone be so, racist, in his entire life.
“That’s what you mean right?” He said angrily, “You don’t want to fight X-oshi because black people have no honour for you to gain?”
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 932
(11/3/06 9:51 am) Reply
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X-oshi shot a glance at Yakoutio.
(OOC: for some reason I was thinking that Winston had dropped a litle hint that he didn't want to fight X-oshi becuase of his skin color. LOL Sorry about the height thing. I meant smaller as in muscle tone and body type)
"Yeah why do you think I said what I said, I ain't never had nobody come up to me running they mouth like that... and fucking walk out the room. Emphasis on the word "walk" homey." He put a fist into his other hand, and shaking his head.
He took his hand and put it on Yakoutio's shoulder as he was trembling with either fear or sheer hatred. Even Yakoutio wasn't that low. He was low but not that low. He was going to give it to this guy, he was just waitng for this fool to fuck up again, however, X-oshi's own words wouldn't coerrectly portray his intentions.
"Its allright little homey, your fast I know, but a lot has changed since they last time we stood face to face. You lost, I won't. You'll see." Almost whispering to him.
X-oshi turned around and began to tense up and release. His energy began to flow through his body unseen. He also began to breath deeply and slowly. He looked up and looked at the kid. Suddenly feeling disgusted at the boys face and demeanor he turned away. He took his right hand and waved it down as to say: "You ain't even worth it."
X-oshi calmed down and began walking over towards Merciah.
Edited by: xoshi64 at: 11/3/06 11:54 am
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And yet all through the slave child’s words all Winston could do was laugh, his head tilted downwards and his eyes closed tight. A smile, the first one seen from the man as of late however even then it was a very small one at best. A whisper like smirk, smirking at the slave child’s frivolous efforts. Though his eyes flickered open the second he felt, a strange, foreign energy. A soft tingle down his spine, like a cold chill or the feeling that one was being watched. Winston tilted his head slowly upwards to glare at this, peasant. How dare he show such insolence before his superior? But before it could be followed through, it was over. A small flick of the wrist and this was all that was done and, of course, Winston was the only person to claim the victory. Doubtless however, for what nobleman, what commoner would loose again a, tainted slave child? The idea was preposterous. He tilted his head and glared down at the one known as Yakoutio, a smirk crept up the side of his face. He then, knelt down and gently placed his hand upon the child’s shoulder as kindly as the slave child had done. “He mocks you child.” He said simply, kindly, “Claims that he can defeat one who you could not, with ease at that. It is an insult, he is calling you weak, pathetic. Think to yourself child how dare a, slave, do this to you?”
Winston turned his head up and looked over Yakoutio towards X-oshi, he smirked, a small gleam appeared in the one eye he could see out of, the one that was not covered by his hair. Slowly he pulled the child into him, he knew he was scared, he could feel the vibrations of his body, taste the aura of his sweat. Powerless, obedient, the way his order should be. “Be proud slave for you shall gain your chance to gain your long desired honour.” He said loud enough for him to hear, “However. If you so boastfully claim that you can defeat me in battle, then surely you can also defeat this small child at the same time.”
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 934
(11/4/06 9:39 pm) Reply
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
He kept walking away from Winston, as a way of not really acknowledging his presence. Though he did stop in midstep, when he mention fighting Yakoutio again.
"Another place and another time, we got our own score to settle."
But then another thought shot across his mind...
It was enough to make him turn around and look at Winston, for some reason he was standing a little too close to Yakoutio, like he was trying to feel up on him or something, "If your so good, and almighty superior like ya say so, then why do you need help."
He turned back around and continued to walk, but this time not towards Merciah, but to a nearby weightbench. He continued on till he got to the weightrack behind it. Standing in front of and blocking everyone else's view he scanned and decided to pick up the 45lb wieght. He reached down and picked up one then two up to his chest and dropped them both. X-oshi knew what he was doing. They didn't, and thats good.
He turned around and began walking back towards the group.
He was sure Winston would try and get Yakoutio all beefed up and stuff. But, was it that serious, maybe...?
He stops walking and looks down at the ground, "I think there may be something going on... Sombody plottin'".
He says to himself.
He looks in the direction of Yakoutio and Winston.
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
Winston was defiantly right Yakoutio was scared and he had no idea why he should be, he knew he was weaker, he knew he didn’t have as much power as he did it was just this older student seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He was also right in saying that X-oshi was mocking him, X-oshi WAS mocking him. He could say that someone that had beaten Yakoutio was easy prey for him, it was calling Yakoutio weak, he just hadn’t seen it this way until now. He closed his eyes and tried to breath slowly when Winston pulled him into his but all his shivering now was due to anger, he couldn’t believe it, X-oshi lost against Yakoutio, he had LOST, how could he say that he was stronger now?
“I’ll take it.” Yakoutio said finally, his eyes opened after all this time and he stepped back away from Winston, he was still angry at him but if he could get a chance to fight with him, show X-oshi they were not weak he would do whatever he said, “I’ll take it.”
He turned around and looked at X-oshi, he was so eager to fight against Winston at one point but the promise of fighting in a two on one match had scared him. He didn’t show it, he just claimed Winston wasn’t worth it or that it wasn’t worth his time but if he was so eager as he claimed he would have jumped at the chance.
“Come on X-oshi.” Yakoutio said, “You can beat us both easily if you’re as strong as you say you are.And if you don’t, you’ll be showing you’re a cowardand forfit the duel.”
((ooc: Just so you know peoples, Blue is for Yakoutio speaking, he sound like a child. Black is for Pytho speaking, he is a demon inside of Yakoutio and sound like an adult. Purple is for both of them speaking at the same time.))
His royal humbleness AKA Pretty Boi
Posts: 157
(11/5/06 6:29 am) Reply
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"....Upon this time, one feels he should indeed try a good work ou...hmm? voices..."
Blake had just stepped to the entrance of the gym when he heard voices,
not wishing to bother anyone, but being slightly curious
he stands off to the side of the entrance where he is not seen but can still hear.
"Another place and another time, we got our own score to settle."
"Oshi san? score....?
“I’ll take it.”
“You can beat us both easily if you’re as strong as you say you are. And if you don’t, you’ll be showing you’re a coward and forfit the duel.”
"I believe they are about to fight..."
Blake could not quite understand the conversation that was going forth between his good buddy and whomever else
was in there, so he desided to get a closer observation at the event.
Walking in, Blake B-lines stait for the tread mill, pretending not to notice any of them while still being inquisitive.
"I knew it was oshi san...He looks upset."
Quietly placing his Gym bag on the floor, he stretches thinking
to himself that he has never seen his freind this mad.
Blake then opens his gym bag and takes out his Ipod
3000 watt Bose system and presses play, but forgetting
to adjust the volume, as it was previosly on high.
"One thing, I dont know why, It doesnt even matter how hard you try....."
The sound of linkin park could be heard, blaring loudly throughout the gym...
"BLAST!! So much for that plan"
He says to himself as he fumbles around trying to get the music to quiet....
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 935
(11/5/06 2:03 pm) Reply
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X-oshi looks over in the direction, of where the music is coming from. Just to see another friend of his. He quickly devised a plan as his patience was being tested.
"Blake Bradshaw" he says to himself.
He blows off Yakoutio's temper tantrum and Winston's instagating and walks over to the treadmill of where Blake was making his presence known.
He waits until the music was turned down and he could be heard clearly. But only to him.
"Yo whats up man, Ay we got a problem, see that guy over there with the gay-ass hair? He racist, he don't like us, because of our skin color. And that kid (with the split personality issues) in his arms like thier "lovers" or something. Yeah, well he got beef with me cuz he got beat by him, and its been bout a minute since we got into a fight, nobody won though... for some reason he keeps saying he did. He's a loser! Anyways, You wanna have some fun. Cuz uh, I know a couple of bitches we can whoop up on."
He stands in front of Blake as to shield him off from the others, He looks back and then looks forward talking to Blake.
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)“See the way they mock you, the way they harass your sexuality. You do not deserve this Yakoutio and they will not even give you a honourable duel in return. This is always the way of those beneath us.” Winston said lightly into Yakoutio’s ear and he bent over the child, though still kneeling, “How would you normally act under these circumstances? Would you attack? Get angry? I must admit you have clear promise as a warrior however the days of the warrior are over.”
Winston stood up, still with his hand on the child’s shoulder, pulling him close towards him so to comfort him. The child was not scared, he had found X-oshi as the one against him and not Winston. This was good. He smiled and stared over at X-oshi, his one eye not covered up by his hair would shine brightly, like a cat’s eye caught in a headlight. This fool, his honour clouded his judgement. He was so convinced he was more powerful than anyone else, even his friends that he had not seen one slip right out of his grasp. What had Winston done? Well. Only he knew this. “Do not fight, do not talk or taunt. They are weak, you must be organised, controlled and strong.” He said, looking down at the child, “Those beneath us have no right to talk like this and they shall be stamped out, in time. However now is not the time. Be safe in knowing that when that time comes you shall not be alone.”
And with those final words Winston turned around, and walked away. He didn’t talk, he didn’t look back, all he did was smirk to himself as he walked away from the three in the room. He pushed open the door to the gym and walked out, letting the door swing behind him. There was no more to gain from this room and he had other things to attend to as it was.
ooc// I'm not getting Kier to put my posts down again. Saves time, but he'll always make a mistake.
xoshi64 X-oshi Hoganteki The Ghetto Martial Artist
Posts: 936
(11/6/06 12:59 am) Reply
Re: Venting...(open to any good fighter)
X-oshi continued on until he turned to look back again at his next potential enemy, but he was gone. His eyes widened and his heart rate went up. He was pissed. More pissed off than anything right now. He was angry and now his body language was clearly portraying his current emotions. His fist were clenched, chest was rising and falling fast. His head was cocked forward a little and his teeth was also clenched.
"That punk-ass bitch... he fucking left... what tha fuck.
I'll deal with him later. The new kid is going to learn that he don't come here disrespecting people, espescially me."
He looked back at Blake and turned back and looked at Yakoutio.
"This mutha-fucka."
He thought about what Yakoutio and his little punk-ass "demon" tried to get him all riled up.
"Hey bitch, im going to beat your ass now. Today is the last time your gonna challenge me. You got your ass beat one time today, time to get another one. Your gonna be my bitch for a while. No, your new name is Bitch. So everytime I see you, Im gonna say, What up bitch."
He was a couple steps from Yakoutio.
"You only won one fight against me. And I told you the next time we meet, it wasn't gonna be on good basis."
He kept approaching him as he talked. He had beef with him, today would be the day he would squash it. Winston helping him or not, it was an ass-kicking Yakoutio was gonna get. And he was due.
"I know I can whoop you, But you always be talking you can beat me. Well prove it."
He was in his face by now. He was ready for anything, thanks to his training and the trials he had undergone. This would be like excersize.
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