Wesley
Prospect
Retired with over 1000 wins and 0 losses
Posts: 56
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Post by Wesley on Jan 11, 2012 2:45:06 GMT -5
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Dirge
Contender
Posts: 111
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Post by Dirge on Feb 26, 2012 17:25:46 GMT -5
I suppose this means I win without even fighting.
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Post by MG on Feb 26, 2012 20:43:47 GMT -5
Quickhand had stopped prancing and was now relaxing in his corner, his back against the turnbuckle with his arms propped up on the ropes. He obviously used Takamaru’s entrance as an opportunity to size him up. He didn’t like what he saw. His opponent appeared to be another muscle bound meathead; a guy who thought that fighting was all about muscles and physical appearances. If that was the case, then the guys down at Venice Beach would all be champions! At least, that’s how it appeared. He knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Besides, although Takamura’s muscles meant absolutely nothing to him, he could tell that the man was indeed strong. Maybe he would put up some type of challenge.
He watched the man get in his stance and couldn’t help but chuckle. The man’s position was all wrong. On top of that, he had the nerve to talk shit! What in the world was going on here? Quickhand shook his head and emerged from his corner, bringing his left arm down in front of his stomach, bending it at the elbow so his forearm was almost parallel to his waist. He had his right hand tucked below his chin, which was tilted downwards. His face was practically open. It was an awkward stance to one who was unfamiliar with the various styles of boxing; Quickhand was obviously an unconventional fighter.
Shuffling forth while keeping his feet shoulder width apart, he quickly covered the majority of the distance between him and his opponent, who was still basically in his corner. He would stop gaining ground once he entered striking range, propping his right foot up on its toes and turning his left shoulder towards Takamura. He would then begin devising a plan to exploit the flaws he had already detected in his massive opponent.
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