Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2012 15:39:28 GMT -5
When I first stepped into Xat, I was dismayed by the style and didn't realize the implications of it all. I just fought there from time to time when Realchat was being retarded.
This wasn't big or a monstrous feat, I was losing to their best, and I was losing to the best of Realchat. There was nothing left for me, I was a wash up.
Then, before I could put my gloves up, a light came out of nowhere and showed me the way I should fight, the way to become the best, and that was Prettz.
For about six months I lay underneath his training, learning to read people, learning scientific principles that later we would make a reality for Speed Fighting.
Speed mathematics, algebra, equations of speed and velocity, even statistical analysis, all working up to that month of destruction when I came back.
When it was all said and done, I walked out of that training with a new body, and a new mind for everything that was to come.
My first legend win was against the first person I met on Xat, and that was Obito. He put up a strong fight, but he couldn't land a grasp on me for his juijitsu. I outclassed, outmaneuvered, and outsped him, destroying him in less than 10 moves.
The next one was Raodin, who talked down to me all the time, giving me false hopes. I entered a tournament under the name 'Cloaked Figure' and fought him, obliterating him after he removed three of my limbs, both of my legs and one of my arms. I cut his fucking head off with my last breath.
I moved back to Realchat, who's style was a lot easier, I held against Violet in detail-esque Metaism combat, losing by a hair in S15.
The next few were just unlucky friendly fire, I pommeled Tala to the dirt 5-0 as a mother fuckin' dragon, coining a little 'Charizard' nickname after I breathed fire onto him.
Throwing my fists around Brian, devastating him and eventually taking him down was easy, I trained the poor bastard.
Rematched with Violet in her own style and lost by a hair again, and vowed to never let myself lose anymore in T2-esque styles beyond Prettz.
I went back to Xat and started beating lower people, eventually absolutely -no one- would fight me of any decent class or style. Too fast for my own good, I started to recluse into hell of speed fighting.
I emerged with a fight against Haseo, who outclassed me in speed combat from my small vacation. I came back the following week to completely dissemble his style and beat him without effort alongside Drifter and many others.
It was my year, 2011, it was my time to shine, and I wasn't going to allow anyone get in my way. Prettz was the only thing standing, the last pillar for my greatness, and I gave him the best fights ever made.
The first was T2, where I beat him to the finisher, the hardest fight in my entire life, and the one I can still get goosebumps from.
I turned my attention to higher styles, coming around to train with Violet and able to beat her when I went to my freestyle'd T2-mechanics fighting, which she could not beat.
When I was done, I challenged Prettz to the title of best warrior, which no one gets to hear about. I want on to beat him in RT2A that day, defeating him twice in one month in death matches, where we gave it our all.
I am not the best, and I am not the fastest, but that year I pulled it off the impossible, I actually beat everyone who was any good and defeated the best of the best in many styles outside of my comfort zone and general ability.
In Xat, I declared myself the fastest fighter on the Net, but I never declared myself the best. I am too whimsy on my attempt speed, even until this day.
My errors brought me great fame though, as anyone said, 'If he throws an attempt, he is going to land it.' in Xat. Prettz hailed me as the assassin version of him in Xat combat, and since then I have slowed down considerably.
This wasn't big or a monstrous feat, I was losing to their best, and I was losing to the best of Realchat. There was nothing left for me, I was a wash up.
Then, before I could put my gloves up, a light came out of nowhere and showed me the way I should fight, the way to become the best, and that was Prettz.
For about six months I lay underneath his training, learning to read people, learning scientific principles that later we would make a reality for Speed Fighting.
Speed mathematics, algebra, equations of speed and velocity, even statistical analysis, all working up to that month of destruction when I came back.
When it was all said and done, I walked out of that training with a new body, and a new mind for everything that was to come.
My first legend win was against the first person I met on Xat, and that was Obito. He put up a strong fight, but he couldn't land a grasp on me for his juijitsu. I outclassed, outmaneuvered, and outsped him, destroying him in less than 10 moves.
The next one was Raodin, who talked down to me all the time, giving me false hopes. I entered a tournament under the name 'Cloaked Figure' and fought him, obliterating him after he removed three of my limbs, both of my legs and one of my arms. I cut his fucking head off with my last breath.
I moved back to Realchat, who's style was a lot easier, I held against Violet in detail-esque Metaism combat, losing by a hair in S15.
The next few were just unlucky friendly fire, I pommeled Tala to the dirt 5-0 as a mother fuckin' dragon, coining a little 'Charizard' nickname after I breathed fire onto him.
Throwing my fists around Brian, devastating him and eventually taking him down was easy, I trained the poor bastard.
Rematched with Violet in her own style and lost by a hair again, and vowed to never let myself lose anymore in T2-esque styles beyond Prettz.
I went back to Xat and started beating lower people, eventually absolutely -no one- would fight me of any decent class or style. Too fast for my own good, I started to recluse into hell of speed fighting.
I emerged with a fight against Haseo, who outclassed me in speed combat from my small vacation. I came back the following week to completely dissemble his style and beat him without effort alongside Drifter and many others.
It was my year, 2011, it was my time to shine, and I wasn't going to allow anyone get in my way. Prettz was the only thing standing, the last pillar for my greatness, and I gave him the best fights ever made.
The first was T2, where I beat him to the finisher, the hardest fight in my entire life, and the one I can still get goosebumps from.
I turned my attention to higher styles, coming around to train with Violet and able to beat her when I went to my freestyle'd T2-mechanics fighting, which she could not beat.
When I was done, I challenged Prettz to the title of best warrior, which no one gets to hear about. I want on to beat him in RT2A that day, defeating him twice in one month in death matches, where we gave it our all.
I am not the best, and I am not the fastest, but that year I pulled it off the impossible, I actually beat everyone who was any good and defeated the best of the best in many styles outside of my comfort zone and general ability.
In Xat, I declared myself the fastest fighter on the Net, but I never declared myself the best. I am too whimsy on my attempt speed, even until this day.
My errors brought me great fame though, as anyone said, 'If he throws an attempt, he is going to land it.' in Xat. Prettz hailed me as the assassin version of him in Xat combat, and since then I have slowed down considerably.