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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2023 5:41:38 GMT
“Jeez, watch out.” Antonie was shoved forward onto the cramped bus being pressed right up onto the glass. He attempted to turn around to see who had done the shoving but a Lou squeak and a thrust forward caused him and several others standing to tumble forward. The bus came to a stop and nearly half of its passengers exited. Once the dust settled, Antonie was able to find an open seat next to a man who looked to be of similar age. “Excuse me, do you mind if I place my bag here?” He pointed to the open space of ground between them. “Yea, sure. But I’m getting off at the next stop. I’m going to be going up the Heavens Arena.”
Antonie didn’t want to say anything rude but he was a bit surprised. The guy sitting beside him was lanky, wearing glasses, and seemed to have poor posture. He really didn’t see this guy as a threat. Maybe he was? He didn’t mention that he was headed to do the same. Mainly for the money. Apparently you could make a decent amount of quick cash if you were able to make it past a day or two. Surely he could do that? He seemed more built than the guy sitting beside him. He just gave him a simple smile and placed his bag on the floor. His grip on the seat before him tighted as the thought ‘what the fuck am I do’ crossed his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2023 6:02:10 GMT
As the bus came to the next stop, those that remained started to putter out of the vehicle. Among them was the ambitious Antonie.Stepping into the fresh air, Tonie reached up into the air and stretched, letting out a series of loud moans and exaggerated motions. “Finally, as much good as it does public transportation still sucks”. He leaned forward touching his toes before snapping back up. “Okay, let’s get registered and see if this was a waste of time or not. “ The looming tower of Heaven’s Arena cast a shadow over him and the other contestants moving towards the building.
Upon entering the building, he was quickly escorted over to a desk with a woman with pastel pink hair. “Hello! Have you pre-registered or do you need to start a form?” Antonie pulled some papers out of his pocket. “I’ve pre-registered! Here’s my paperwork and my ID. Is there anything else needed?” The woman collected the items and punched some information into the screen before her. “Nope! Looks like you’re all settled. I see you’ve already signed the waivers. If you want to, we can rent you out a room or locker for in between the matches? He shook his head to indicate no. She punched some cards and pushed papers over to him. “Here you go! You’ll be facing off in room C. You should hurry, I think they’ve already started your group.
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Jun 26, 2023 19:32:41 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2023 19:32:41 GMT
Antonie quickly rushed through the halls as he made his way to the door that the person. The roar of the crowd behind the door made him a bit hesitant to open up and enter but if he didn’t he would be penalized and have to pay a fine for skipping the match. That coupled with the bus ride and hotel price, he was in too deep to walk away now. His hand touched the cold steel. The bright lights were equally as intense as the roaring crowds. Tonie stepped into a massive gymnasium-like room with at least two dozen sparring rings. People’s attention was split as multiple matches went on at once. This was just the starting level, at least that was how it was explained to him before. You fought in these open-room matches for a few rounds, or at least until you can prove your worth. After some time, you’ll move on up and the crowds will become less rowdy and much smaller while the arena given to fight in becomes larger. These fights often lead to death or near-fatal injuries. He was too busy taking it all in when a short man in a ref uniform walked up to him. “Are you my next round?” Antonie handed the man the paperwork and he quickly rushed him over to an empty ring. “Okay, you’ll be facing off against a…ummm.” He pulled out another piece of paper from his pocket. “You’re facing off against Derak Boschanov. Oh boy. Okay, I’ll grab the medics. You just get on in there!” He shoved him towards the ring and waddled off.
Another ref was standing there waiting and quickly motioned Antonie up. “Alright boys. Derak Boschanov and Antonie Simon you two will be facing off. We will be going by the normal novice-tier rules. No killing blows if we can help it. You two bow to each other and we will start this match.” Antonie looked over the taller and much older male. He was covered in scars on his face, making Antonie wonder what might have caused those. The two bowed and quickly snapped to their positions. Antonie had taken a few steps back and held his hands up in a simple position from his karate classes. He knew that it was best to wait and react than start the engagement on his own.
Word Count: 406
Total Count: 891
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Jun 26, 2023 19:46:59 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2023 19:46:59 GMT
What was likely less than ten seconds felt more like ten minutes to Antonie. He waited and waited for the man to make a rush towards him but nothing came. He did not lax his stance though, that might have been exactly what this guy was waiting on. “Are you too scared to strike first?” The man said in a graveled tone. Tonie’s expression did not shift much, if anything he was excited that the two of them could potentially chat. “Oh no, nothing like that! I’m just trying to follow the advice my teacher taught me. Plus the whole age before beauty thing.” He gave a friendly smile at the end of that statement. He slid that line in for no reason than to goad the man into acting more rashly. It seemed to work as the man’s face began to squint and snarl. “Pft, age before beauty. Let’s see how beautiful you are once I’m through with you.” He said as he took a few steps forward and reached out trying to use his signature strike ‘Predator’s Grip’. While Tonie had not seen this man fight before, he was quick on the draw and realized by taking steps towards him this was an attack.
Using his balance, Antonie was able to shift his weight to his back heels and appear to stumble backward avoiding the grip. In reality, he was setting himself up for a counterstrike. As he tumbled inches away from the man’s hands, he altered his posture and shifted to the side slightly before trying to strike at the opening the man had given from over-extending his arm. His fist struck hard into the man’s open side but retreated just as quickly as it had struck. With it was Antonie taking a few more steps back, retaking his stance. “So you’re quick on your feet, ey?” Tonie just gave a wink and readied for the next move.
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Total Count: 1224
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Jun 27, 2023 14:32:50 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2023 14:32:50 GMT
Antonie felt like he was ready and understood the man but then a quick jolt from the man caught him off guard, a solid punch right to his chest caused Antonie to stagger for a moment. Before he was able to fully recover, Derak was on top of him. This punch was a lot more solid than before. Antonie was actually becoming nervous he might fail this round. While he was a bit lower to the ground, Antonie set up a countermove. Derak started to move towards the wounded boy but once he was close enough, Antonie struck. Sweeping his feet along the floor, he was able to knock Derak off his feet for a moment before using the momentum of his sweep to land a strong kick right to Derak’s face. The force of the two strikes was enough to cause Derak to stagger backward for a moment. This gave Antonie time to land two quick punches to the man. One in his face and the other in his gut.
Derak was getting mad, clearly. After getting the two quick hits from Antonie he was starting to sway. He sluggishly lunged for him and swiped his right arm out to try and grab Antonie again. Antonie was able to once again stumble backward and set himself up for an ideal position to counterstrike. In a fluid movement, he went backward and this time to the left before quickly coming into Derak’s space and striking at his nose with an open palm. He felt the bone crunch and the red liquid was sticky on his hands. Derak was now using both hands to hold his nose as blood continued to pour down. Using all his might, Antonie tackled Derak and pushed him back to the point that he stepped off the ring’s outer marker, thus forcing the match to end. While Derak was bleeding a bit, he was still standing and all in all was not that harmed. He wiped the blood onto the rags of his shirt that was laying on the ground nearby.
“Well, you got me there with that technical. Good match though. If you’re ever back in the lower levels maybe we can get matched up for a fight again.” The two shook hands and the ref led Derak off the stage and to a medic. Antonie was able to get some water to drink before the ref approached him with a small envelope. “Here is your winnings. There should be further information on upcoming opportunities here at Heaven’s Arena. If you have any questions, please find the support desk in the lobby.” Antonie took the envelope and peered inside. A small smile crossed his face. “Maybe fighting does pay off” He tucked it into his pants and walked towards the lobby to rest and maybe see if there was anything to get into.
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Total Count 1711
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