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Post by MG on Nov 3, 2011 14:04:16 GMT -5
Who wants to fight?
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Dirge
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Post by Dirge on Nov 3, 2011 18:13:17 GMT -5
I'll take you on if you throw down a set of rules besides the standard ones.
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Post by Salacious on Nov 3, 2011 18:15:28 GMT -5
*Adds MG's loss ahead of time*
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Post by MG on Nov 3, 2011 21:47:16 GMT -5
This guy has to be the biggest attention seeking nuthugger on the internet. I didn't even know the internet had groupies. This guy has been chasing me around and dropping my name damn near every time he posts. Do you just want to see me type a response to you guy? HI BLACK SPIDER MAN. Now get off my dick.
Back to the matter at hand. Knuckle up means boxing, Dirge.
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Post by Dexter on Nov 4, 2011 7:00:17 GMT -5
I just noticed this thread in the T1 section with an open challenge from Quickhand, and, well, it drew my interest. I would be honored to act as a witness for this match, or an authentic referee if one is ever necessary. Or if Dirge decides not to respond, I would humbly accept your challenge. What is it you mean by "boxing", any way? Western Boxing? Chinese Boxing? American Kickboxing? Thai Boxing? Specifics would be nice.
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Dirge
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Post by Dirge on Nov 4, 2011 9:01:05 GMT -5
... Boxing in a T1 match. It would be my first time doing it, so it'd be interesting. I'm assuming it's traditional boxing.
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Post by Nathan on Nov 5, 2011 23:24:31 GMT -5
By "traditional", I'm assuming you mean Western boxing. That is, no elbows, no knees, no headbutting, no gouging, no kicking, no weapons, no wrestling and no takedowns. If that's what you mean by "traditional boxing" then count me out, I'm not really interested. Though as an experienced T1/TB practitioner who knows all the rules, word-for-word, I would still like to offer my assistance as a credible eye witness. I don't think you guys really need a referee, since you're talking about a very simple matchup with basic rules. If it was a little more advanced, I might be more interested.
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Dirge
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Post by Dirge on Nov 6, 2011 0:09:14 GMT -5
Yep, that's the one I mean.
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Stalker
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Post by Stalker on Nov 15, 2011 21:32:33 GMT -5
Yo, Dirge... I've watched Hajime no Ippo like three times. Tag out, I GOT THIS.
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Post by Dirge on Nov 16, 2011 19:08:22 GMT -5
Yo, Dirge... I've watched Hajime no Ippo like three times. Tag out, I GOT THIS. Go away, I'm planning to jump in with Takamura. ;_;
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Post by Stalker on Nov 21, 2011 12:38:52 GMT -5
I really would have liked to see this match occur! In terms of relevant T1 fighters in the here and now, Dirge bridges from forum to forum, chat to chat, putting a bit of his talents into wherever he goes to help build upon the para-fighting community. I'm sure he would be one of if not the best challenger for someone of MG's caliber on this forum.
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Post by Dirge on Nov 28, 2011 12:48:22 GMT -5
Well, it can still occur. I expect MG to post first, though.
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Post by MG on Nov 28, 2011 18:13:44 GMT -5
Quickhand paced back and forth in the ring, impatiently waiting for his opponent to make his entrance. He had on his standard gear: boxing trunks, which read "Undisputed" across the belt, and Jordan boxing shoes. He was shirtless, revealing his imposing physique. He was not too muscular, but not too skinny either. Standing at 5'10 and weighing 150 pounds, he had the perfect build for a boxer.
The ring was located in a secluded gym. There were no fans or corner men. Only himself, his opponent, and the referee. Usually known for his theatrics and his flamboyant nature, he had departed from all of that for this one fight. He considered Dirge to be a pretty good fighter, and he was prepared for a war, but he was sure he would come out with the victory. After all, his title was on the line.
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Post by Dirge on Nov 28, 2011 23:30:18 GMT -5
"So this is the place the old man told me about, huh? And that must be the guy I'm supposed to beat up." A single man standing at nearly six feet and a single inch walked down the entrance to the main hall where the ring was located. His weight was tough to measure. Weight control was usually harsh on him, but today he seemed revitalized, completely fine. The way his body looked right now, in top shape, alluded to nearly a hundred and sixty or seventy pounds of pure muscle. The venue was indeed empty; not a single person had greeted him, not a single person had come to watch, not a single person aside from the guy walking around the midst of the ring.
Although not anyone by the name of Dirge, this singular man's body was laced in as much confidence as arrogance, and it showed in his deep, black eyes. Of pale skin kissed by a very light tan, the chiseled muscles he sported was the first thing seen by many. A huge bear pelt, head and all, draped over his shoulders, though a grotesque scar could be seen in the middle of his chest; three wide, horizontal slits - a wound that had once been produced by that very bear.
Takamura Mamoru, the Japanese Hawk, had traveled all the way to Japan to this secluded gym only to have a fight with someone who they called "Quickhand". Perhaps it was a nickname, perhaps it was the guy's true name, either way, he didn't care. What mattered in his mind was beating this guy up and return to Japan with the honor, the glory, and the women. That's the kind of guy he was.
As he approached the ring, Takamura ditched the bear pelt, and his black hair, combed neatly in a gangster-like look, was revealed. His field of vision remained immaculate, fixating his opponent's location in his sights. As the Hawk had already come in wearing his boxing equipment; simple shoes, boxing trunks reading "Mamoru" across its belt and two pictures of an eagle with a vectored depiction of himself within them right above the thighs, and standard boxing gloves.
This man was as quick as he was strong, and his resolve wouldn't go down anytime soon. The ring was his home; this is where he felt most comfortable in and where he could do anything he put his mind - and body - to. He took an orthodox boxing stance, bringing his right fist near the right side of his chin while leaning slightly forward with the left side of his body, leaving his other fist a few inches away from his left shoulder. Naturally, he led this stance with his left foot whilst the right one remained slightly behind; both steady and strong in their footing.
"Alright, you there. C'mon! I haven't gotten all day, so c'mere so I can beat your ass up!" Takamura bellowed toward his nearby opponent, already seeing himself walking away from the ring the same way as he'd entered, though this vision held one key difference: He was wearing the champion's belt.
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Post by Dirge on Jan 1, 2012 22:16:37 GMT -5
gg no res
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