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Post by hochiminch on Nov 8, 2011 18:07:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] |
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Post by Daikon on Nov 8, 2011 18:41:45 GMT -5
Daikon was hyped up to compete in the tournament today. This was the day he had been continuously training for. He wondered if he would be put up against someone strong. That would make him fight twice as hard if he did, either way he was going to give this tournament his all. He didn't care about working for Frieza or the money, he wanted to see where he stood amongst the other fighters of the world.
Seeing that it was his turn for a match, he would slowly walk up to the fighting arena from the fighters waiting area. Looking over as he stepped onto the arena floor, he saw that he was facing an older male. He would grin, feeling like he would have a bit of experience in fighting, maybe more then Daikon had himself. His red and yellow gui blew slightly with the wind, his hair easing back with it. He would surely use his mind reading if he had to read the males movements if he needed, otherwise, he was going to just use his new speed and strength to his advantage. "I'm looking forward to see how we both do in this."
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Post by Genkishi on Nov 8, 2011 19:09:10 GMT -5
The crowd was roaring, and he was smiling as always when it came to standing in the middle of the world tournament ring. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! our third match-up in the twenty-fourth tenkaichi budokai world tournament is about to begin! first we have ho chi minch, the fighter in the mask!"
[/color] pausing he let the crowd cheer and boo for the mysterious fighter. "and our second contestant, the young daikon! Cheer for these two fighters ladies and gentlemen!"[/color] grinning ear to ear he half clapped a bit before slipping his note card back into his suit's pants pocket, making his leave from the ring and taking his position behind the announcer's table, lifting a small hammer he'd smack it into the ring side bell. "BEGIN!"[/color] [/left][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by hochiminch on Nov 8, 2011 19:15:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] |
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Post by Daikon on Nov 8, 2011 21:56:20 GMT -5
Daikon looked towards the announcer at he started the match. His attention went back to his opponent as he began to get into a battle mind. The area they had to fight was large enough, so he had a lot of play room. Sliding his right foot back, he would push off of it and begin to run towards his opponent.
As the distance quickly closed between them, he would jump into the air. As he reach the apex of his height, he would point himself down towards his opponent and jet towards him. His speed would soon be unseen, as he disappeared in an afterimage. His next location was right behind him, struck out at his opponents back with a kick. Then using another afterimage to appear in front of his opponent. Throwing two punches at the male, one after the other, each one aiming for his head and stomach respectively.
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Post by hochiminch on Nov 9, 2011 20:23:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] |
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Post by Daikon on Nov 9, 2011 21:07:03 GMT -5
Daikon was soon on the defense as he saw the attacks coming at him. He really liked the man for his furious onslaught. Yet, it wasn't much cause they were all direct and Daikon could follow each one with no issue. The attacks were repeating each other and nothing was getting changed up, Daikon was wanting to spice this up a bit.
The next low kick that came at him, he would block and catch with his left foot, hooking his foot around the males leg. Pushing off the ground with his right, and pulling his leg towards him which should throw the man of balance slightly. His right leg would go flying towards the man's side, this should knock him to the other side of the leg.
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Post by SHARKK on Nov 9, 2011 23:22:34 GMT -5
sitting in his chair with his microphone still in hand he began roaring into it, commentating on the fast paced match. "and look at them go folks! the young kid daikon is keeping up with his elder ho chi minch without much strain from the look of things!!!"
[/color] grinning as he let the crowd roar with cheers he continued on. "so far they are dead even ladies and gents, but how long will this stalemate take place? will daikon soon find himself falling to the possible experience of ho chi minch? or will daikon surprise us all and defeat his elder in combat?! don't even blink, cause you might just miss it all!"[/color] [/left][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by hochiminch on Nov 10, 2011 11:39:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] |
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Post by Daikon on Nov 10, 2011 12:24:36 GMT -5
Daikon's attack was semi effective. Now he was being pushed back by an unseen force. This was something that he was not expecting to be up against. The invisible force wall was pushing him back towards the edge of the ring. He was not going to let it end like this. If the male wanted to end the match then he would give it to him.
Placing his right hand behind him, he would charge up a ball of white and blue ki. Resisting the wall was something putting a lot of effort into him. Once the ball of energy was focused enough in his hand, he would use his Super Afterimage to leave and image of himself behind. Still looking as if he was pushing back against the force wall with the ball of ki in his hand. Yet, the real him had appeared slightly to the back side of his opponent, only a 4 feet away.
Grinning, Daikon would eye his opponent. The determination on his face said that he was putting his concentration on pushing the image of him back. So more then likely, he would not have noticed Daikon standing right next to him. Pushing his right hand forward, Daikon would release the ball of energy towards his opponent. The all white stream would flow from behind it as it closed the distance in only seconds to his opponent. The attack should knock him out and send him flying over the edge of the arena, giving Daikon a ring out. This was the effect of his signature technique, Riptide.
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Post by SHARKK on Nov 11, 2011 18:11:48 GMT -5
watching the fight as it continued to be fast paced and interesting the announcer jumped upwards from his chair. "look at them go folks!!"
[/color] adding his own cheering to the crowd's he'd soon find his jaw dropping as he watched the younger fighter, daikon, launch an energy based attack at his elder opponent. eyes bulging as his sun glasses slightly fell a bit down his nose he could only watch on as ho chi minch slammed into the barrier between the ring and the stadium bleachers. shaking himself back into reality he quickly spoke into his mic. "and there you have it, daikon is our winner via ring out!!!"[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/left] |
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