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| Bel Zephyra | Dec 30 2013, 09:26 PM Post #1 |
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outfit: http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d133/AngelicsenPadme/ChichiDBZ/Chichibluegi2.png![]() Her eyes were tightly closed because she was having a nightmare again. It was a common occurrence ever since she had left her father's castle. This was the first time she had been far from home...alone. She had fallen asleep in a strange apartment that was not her own. Since her "Date with Destiny," she had promised Gatz that she would live in his apartment until he had found out who was after her and for what reason. The nightmares haunted her sleep. Sitting up from the bed and dripping in cold sweat, she exhaled profoundly to see that her surroundings stayed the same. The apartment was surprisingly well put together for the man who had owned it. Thinking she had known Gatz well enough, she was wrong. She thought his living space would be a pigsty. Despite its coziness, she felt lonely and awkward. Her scenery was different especially for a village girl. The outside world as louder. She heard cars, humans talking, music blasting, and sirens in the background. It was not something she was accustomed too. As loud as they were, they were not the reason she had constant nightmares. The nightmares were random and never made sense. ![]() It took her awhile to fully wake up, but once she had, she got out of bed and fixed herself. She had no other clothes to wear and so she had her gi on already. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she ran her fingers through her lengthy hair that she often let loose now. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she walked slowly towards the living room where large couches and comfy chairs were her only company. The nightmare she had faded from her mind as it was the least of her problems. "Hello chairs.." She said sarcastically because they were the only objects to greet her. Gatz made it clear that he wanted her to stay at the apartment complex as much as possible which meant she was almost like a prisoner. Unfortunately, her mind and stubbornness were more than what anyone could control or order around. Her eyes looked over at the balcony. Feeling the breeze against her skin, she made her way to the balcony to glance out at the city. Her forearms pressed against the railing as she leaned over to spy on the outside world. Unlike her village that was constantly quiet, the city was always loud and alive. Her eyes scanned the streets and saw how there were people walking about. They were so clueless about life which is what she wished she was like. Being oblivious, seemed to be more fun. Noticing how they were having fun, she too wanted to enjoy herself while being in the city. "Am I really going to stay cooped up in here all night?" It was late, but she couldn't stay another second in the same apartment. It had been two days since her last visit to the outside world. WC: 528 |
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| Bel Zephyra | Dec 30 2013, 11:54 PM Post #2 |
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The decision to leave the apartment was surprisingly hard. She was usually set on her ways which meant it was her way or no way. This time it was distinct. She made a promise to keep in the apartment complex for Gatz. While in most cases she wouldn't have thought twice about disobeying an order, this situation had been distinct and more personal. Gatz was out in the world searching for answers that pertained to her existence. It meant more to her than many imagined because she could finally understand who she was. A part of finding out who she was, linked to her mother who her father refused to mention, thus, she never found out who her mom truly was. "Oh momma.." She sighed to herself. Leaning over the balcony, she realized that she was depressing herself for no reason. She pushed herself away from the balcony and walked back inside. The apartment was clean, yet too boring for her taste. The neat side was a plus though. Seeing that she was alone, she dove onto the couch and laid back. "This is too boring ugh. Should I really stay in here all night? I've been inside for two whole days. If I watch another cheesy soap opera I might pop." She covered her eyes with her hand. The entertainment in the apartment was not her style. After a couple of seconds, she removed her hand and turned over. It was then she saw a flyer. On the flyer, it had an advertisement about a new gym being opened inside the apartment complex. Suddenly, she rose to her feet and smiled to herself. "There is no way I am staying in this room another second. This gym is in this building. He never said I couldn't leave the room. Since I am not a troublemaker, I'll just go and train without leaving the building. Am I really going to stay cooped in here for another night? I don't think so!" She grabbed a towel and a bottle of water before she headed out. Wc: 350 Twc: 878 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Dec 31 2013, 10:46 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Dec 31 2013, 10:58 AM Post #3 |
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![]() Once she was out of the prison that was Gatz's apartment room, she walked happily down the lengthy hallway. The change in scenery is exactly what she needed. She saw the stair well in the distance and made her way towards it. On the wall, there was a gym advertisement that showed her where to go. The gym was located on the first floor. "It does exist." A smile framed her face. Since nobody was around her, she smiled away at how everything this night had gone smoothly. She hadn't sensed any ridiculous monsters or seen any troublemakers. The night looked like it might be another good one. It was about to get better with her training and being free from the room. Reaching the stair well, she slid down the first railing until she landed on the next floor. The apartment room was located on the fifth floor so there were a lot of stairs to walk down. Then she simply walked down the stairs to the first floor where the gym was located. Being that it was late at night, there was no one else heading to the gym besides her. The security guards of the complex were her only source of company and assurance that she wasn't doing anything against the law. "Hello Ms." The security guard nodded to Chichi and remained firm in his spot. He had the night shift which was the best for him since it was usually tranquil. She nodded respectfully to the security guard who was polite enough to greet her. After nodding, she headed towards the sign that pointed her to where the gym was. There seemed to be no one inside which meant she was alone to train as hard as she possibly could. Despite not always appearing to care about fighting, she secretly enjoyed it. The art of fighting was passed down to her by her father who had trained under Roshi. It is why she had a connection with fighting and training to be better. The discipline and dedication it took to fight was something she had appreciated. ![]() She knew that she had some special thing about her because she felt it. The main problem is she didn't know what it was. Gatz left on a mission to research what her importance was which meant, until he had found it, this apartment complex would be her main living space. Since there was a gym nearby, she was at least saved from boredom. "I guess I can train as hard as I can since there is nobody around. I just hope I don't break anything." Opening the door to the gym, she walked inside to see that it was completely empty. Most people, at this time of night, were fast asleep. WC: 484 TWC: 1,362 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Dec 31 2013, 11:03 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 5 2014, 08:05 PM Post #4 |
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Being alone in the gym late at night, she stretched her cold muscles. Her focus was on the training she would do within the apartment complex. Though she was ordered to stay in the apartment room, she saw no problem with her working out within the apartment complex. Ignoring Gatz's original order, she was currently in the gym to keep herself mentally ready for whatever was to come. She hadn't felt in danger, yet from how Gatz's reacted to their trip to the Fortress he thought differently. Her stubbornness and inability to listen were the reason she was alone in a gym. Her mind focused on what she was doing. During her stretches, she pushed her limbs to their brink. She was flexible and agile in her stretching motions. She stretched her legs and her arms. She was so focused on her stretching she hadn't noticed that someone had walked into the gym. This someone was considered a celebrity in these parts of town. A ruggedly handsome man, according to most women except her, walked in through the glass doors. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who trained late at night. A leather jacket and leather pants wearing man walked into what he thought was a solitary gym. His blond beard accentuated his rugged and bulky appearance. Despite the rugged look, he was seen as clean by his spiked up, gelled hair that was perfectly combed in place. Standing at 6'1, he would intimidate most humans by how he walked with confidence. His exterior represented how he thought of himself. He thought of himself as the toughest man in the Universe. In short, everyone would describe this man as a bad ass biker. The man was named Paul Phoenix. He was an exceptional trained martial artist in judo and freestyle karate who lived to fight and tonight was like any other night. ![]() He entered into the gym as it was part of his daily routine. Every night he came down to the gym in the apartment complex after hours because he was always alone. For this reason, he barely took notice to the woman who was inside and stretching. It wasn't until he set down his bag of weights on the bench that he was a bit surprised to see that someone was in there with him. It was the last thing he thought he'd see in the gym and late at night. There, standing before him, was a woman. Before speaking up, he ran a hand upwards through his hair to double check that it was well spiked and at its finest. He wanted to leave a lasting impression on the woman. "Hello, there." His coarse voice spoke out to the woman to greet her. It was rare he had any company during his late night workouts. A manly and rugged voice caught her attention. She was somewhat surprised that someone had come to the gym late at night like her. Stopping her stretching, she turned her attention to the man who spoke to her. He was tall, well dressed, and looked like a biker. For a moment, she thought he had taken a wrong turn somewhere because he wasn't dressed to workout in a gym. Her judgement was swept aside to acknowledge the man's kind greeting. "Hi." She spoke softly. Her confusion was noticeable with the look in her eyes. Meanwhile, she kept silent to await what the man wanted from her or if he simply wanted to say hello. WC: 609 TWC: 1,971 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 5 2014, 08:30 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 6 2014, 11:24 AM Post #5 |
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"The name's Paul Phoenix." He stuck out his gloved hand for a handshake as a friendly gesture towards her. He wanted to shake her hand appropriately like he would anyone else. The confusion on her face had become increasingly obvious. After she had barely muttered hi to the rugged man, he then introduced himself. His name was Paul Phoenix. She took no interest in his name, but it was his gesture that caught her off guard. He held his hand out to her which in most cases was polite. What was his deal? It had been nearly months since she had met someone polite enough to shake her hand first rather than slice her, try to kill her, or tell her that they were a long lost relative that she could not remember. Not to mention, Paul's appearance was far from gentleman like. It was a pleasant surprise for the Ox Princess. The man was patient with her too. He hadn't tried to force her to shake his hand. She couldn't shake his hand though. It was against how she was raised by her father. Being more traditional, she decided to introduce herself in her way. When he held out his hand, she bowed her head respectfully and crossed her fingers together to show that she had the utmost respect. "It's nice to meet you Paul Phoenix. My name is Chichi." Her eyes glanced down at the ground. She bowed her head for two seconds. Once she had told him her name, her eyes Paul watched Chichi bow her head. It too caught him off guard. Instinctively, he put his hand away and walked over to his gym bag where he had his equipment. "Likewise Chichi, I got to get to training." He could tell she was one of those serious chicks by the traditional gi she wore, therefore, he gave her some space as a sign of respect. She nodded at his comment. "I do too." Being reminded as to why she had come to the gym in the first place, she walked over to the punching bag where she'd start working on her hand to hand. Paul seemed distracted by the equipment in his bag, but when she walked away, he gazed at her. He hadn't known what her deal was, yet he was intrigued. The fact that she was a woman had nothing to do with why he was fascinated in knowing more about her. He had encountered all types of opponents in his past time. They came in all shapes and sizes including bears in some cases. What intrigued him about the woman, who was in the gym late a night alongside him, was her temperament and the traditional, light-blue gi she wore. Most of the female fighters he had come across were crazier and worried less about appearing conservative. He studied her and noticed the style of her gi. It looked similar to his own except his gi was red, and his belt was black while her belt was pink. In a sense, her style was feminine in nature which he couldn't help, but smile humorously.Chichi put aside her awkward encounter with Paul to concentrate on the punching bag. Getting in a turtle hermit, traditional stance by bending her knees, she sent open palm strikes into the bag. She eased herself from putting full strength into her strikes just so she wouldn't break the bag. After several open palm strikes, she went straight into punching. Her fists connected with the bag with ferocity and viciousness. Paul watched Chichi the entire time she wailed hard onto the bag. It made his adrenaline and need to train kick in. He put on his traditional red gi and tightened his black belt. Then he placed on his judo gloves and walked over to where she was. There was a punching bag next to the one Chichi was pounding on. He hadn't spoken to her at all and avoided it because he saw how focused she was. ![]() "Tough Chick" He then put his thoughts on Chichi aside and pulled his fists up like a Judo specialist would. He exhaled to relieve some air in his chest before he'd knock the bag around. ![]() Her black eyes momentarily looked over at Paul who placed himself in front of a punching bag next to her. She noticed how he stood. His stance was just like him. It was simplistic, yet to a trained eye like hers it represented his raw power. However, since he hadn't punched the bag yet, she wanted to see if his stance matched his appearance. To make herself not look like she was staring, she continued to sent uppercuts, signature open palm strikes, jabs, and crossed into the bag. WC: 830 TWC: 2,801 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 6 2014, 07:39 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 7 2014, 10:17 AM Post #6 |
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Paul kept his fists up. After exhaling profoundly, he was ready to give the new girl a good show. "Os!" He shouted at the same time as punching the bag. His fists rammed into the bag with power and precision. While punching, he grunted naturally. He barely noticed that his grunts were primal in nature. It was all instinctual for him. Her eyes widened when she saw Paul's fists drive into the bag. It wasn't his strength that impressed him because she too was strong. What impressed her was the primal instincts he had. He hadn't noticed how incredibly savage he sounded as his fists pounded into the bag. Not realizing that she was now staring and had stopped punching, she would certainly be a bit embarrass if she was caught staring. Paul's attention was on the bag which meant it was as if his female comrade was not there. His fists dented the bag inward with every strike. Every now and then he'd deliver a powerful kick along with his punches. As a deadly blow, he pulled his fist back and roared with pure strength. His fist came forward to perform his signature "Paul Phoenix Smasher." The power behind his fist blew up the bag instantly on impact. The bag turned to dust. Behind it, was an excited Paul Phoenix. He had already known what he was capable of doing because of the years of training he had undergone. Training and fighting, were his life. It is all he lived for. She immediately looked away after she had seen Paul destroy the punching bag with a maneuver she had not seen before. He was different like her. Since she didn't want to draw attention to herself, she continued punching the bag in front of her. He glanced over at Chichi to see what her reaction was to him obliterating the bag. Surprisingly, she wasn't shocked or amazed at what he had done. Studying her features, he recalled how she was the serious type. Perhaps she was a little too serious because of how quiet the gym was. He decided to break the silence by asking her a question. "So what brings a chick like you to a gym late a night. You're the first one I've seen around here." He walked passed her to the bench where his bag was. Then he pulled out a towel to wipe the sweat off his face. When she heard Paul's question, she twinged at him calling her a "chick." However, she avoided stirring up trouble by ignoring his lack of conversation etiquette by answering his question. "It's seemed more peaceful. I thought I was going to be alone tonight." She answered directly. It was the truth for the most part. Telling Paul that she was ordered to stay in the apartment complex, would probably be too weird for him to handle. It wasn't normal. After wiping the sweat from his brow, he placed the towel on the bench and looked over to her after she had answered his question. He was good at reading people because of his fighting instincts. She was too serious, and her answer proved his theory. Her need to be alone on a peaceful night was indication enough that she didn't have enough fun in her life. "I was the only one in this gym until you showed up." He walked over to her so he could strike up a conversation face to face. "I consider it a good thing. Having a training partner, is always better than training alone." Once he reached her, he kept his distance to show that he was sincere with his comment. He looked down upon her to give her his full attention. "Why do you train?" Paul wanted to know what her reason was for fighting. While he had seen many females fight in his lifetime, there were none quite like this one. The reason was because a lot of the female fighters he encountered were seeking power. This girl had a different motive. Her black eyes followed Paul's movements until he stopped in front of her. He spoke while he walked mentioning how he was the only one in the gym before her. When he considered her coming to the gym a good thing, she was pleased with that. It wasn't like he had a choice anyway. When she wanted to do something, her stubbornness kept anyone from stopping her. Eventually, he had come back from his tiny break and stood in front of her. He wasn't too close which meant he was giving her space. Glancing up at him, she then heard his question that was one she hadn't answered in a long time. Why did she train? At first, it was a family's tradition passed down to her. Her father was no longer by her side, yet she continued to train. Why? It was then she responded as best as she could. "I guess I like it because it is in my blood to be the best I can be. My father was a great martial artist, and I wanted to be just like him." She paused for a moment because her father had come up again. This was about her and not about her father. Her answer was a solid one, but it further showed how serious she was. "What do you like about fighting?" She decided to ask the same question he had asked her. Paul responded without hesitation. "I want to show people that I am the toughest in the Universe." A grin followed his statement. She was amazed at how quickly he answered and without hesitation. He folded his arms because what he was about to say to the girl might bring a smile upon her face too. In a way, he wanted to lighten her up. There was more to her than being too serious all the time. He could see it. "Maybe you're training to be the toughest chick in the Universe." He chuckled after his remark. He wanted to train to be the toughest in the Universe. She figured most men were like that regardless. However, only a couple of men could accomplish it. He was probably one of them. Hearing him tell her that maybe she was training to be the toughest in the Universe, had her blink several times. She wasn't a crime fighter or an evil doer destroyer, but his comment struck her as something she had never thought of. Was she training to be the toughest? When he chuckled, she tried hard not to laugh. It was his goofy hair and grin that was hard to ignore. His grin had softened her up just enough for her to joke in return. "It's because I like teaching troublemakers a lesson." She let a small smile spread upon her lips. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. Paul wasn't a crime fighter either, but her joke kept him chuckling. He saw the smile she tried to hide which meant she rarely liked opening up or fooling around with people. He didn't want to ask why she was closed off to the world. It was probably how she avoided having weaknesses. "You're too serious." He said bluntly. The comment about her being too serious caught her off guard. Her black eyes widened at how blunt his statement was. "I am not." She said in defense like most would to a comment that was deemed offensive. For some reason, she hadn't knocked Paul out for being rude to her. Could it be because he was right? No, she could have fun if the occasion called for it or so she thought. 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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 7 2014, 01:57 PM Post #7 |
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"I can have fun if the occasion calls for it." She once again tried to defend her crudeness. While she was prideful about her way with etiquette and manners, she could have a good time too. Her fierce black eyes tried backing up her defense, yet Paul's gaze on her aroused feelings of uncertainty in her mind. Paul read her like a book the second she responded. Even in her response, he could tell she was serious and behind the mask. Rather then calling her out on it, he decided to ask her a simple question. It was a question that most would deem as easy to answer, but would it be for Chichi? "When was the last time you had fun?" He asked in a husky, yet sincere tone. The simple question took her by surprise. Her mouth opened to answer, yet she couldn't mutter a response. Her mind tried thinking back to a time where she had some honest fun. In the past several weeks, all she could conjure up in her memories were the stressful times of finding out she had lost her memories, and the fact that someone wanted to do harm to her. The trip she took to the Fortress, accompanied by Gatz, was not fun either. While she got to vent out her frustrations on the delinquents inside the base, she had also suffered an emotional break down. It was not fun to her in the slightest. "There was this one time...no" She shook her head because Goten was attacked when she went to the mall nearly two months ago. Her eyes looked around the room for a response. She didn't want to lose this little battle between Paul and herself because of her pride. However, the more she tried to think of a time she had fun the more she started to believe what he said was true. Paul watched Chichi's reaction to his question. He saw how her black eyes glanced around for an answer that she couldn't find. He was right about her. When she tried to answer his question, but had failed, he walked over to his bag. He already knew he had won the little question and answer game they had going. Reaching inside the bag, he pulled out a radio. Eventually, her shoulders slumped because she had mentally surrendered to his opinion about her. "I can't remember the last time I had fun. It's not totally my fault though. I am usually surrounded by troublemakers or delinquents. I guess I am too serious sometimes." For a moment, she looked down at the ground because her life seemed too serious. She was a girl, and it was obvious she liked to have fun sometimes too. She was a serious person, but she was more than that. The only reason most saw her as uptight was the fact she didn't like anyone getting to know the real her. It was to protect herself from getting hurt. Paul walked back towards her. He noticed that she was looking down at the floor somewhat ashamed at her guilt of not having fun. He shrugged at this guilt because he could change that instantly. With Paul Phoenix around, everyone always had a good time especially when it came to fighting. He too could be serious, but that was saved for serious moments. "I got the sense that you don't have much fun. Those troublemakers probably are the reason, but I think you are too. You're too uptight. You gotta just let go of being serious sometimes." He admitted to her. He had already known which meant she didn't need to explain. Glancing up at Paul, she saw the boombox in his hand. "What is that for?" She asked rather naively. He smiled widely. "This is going to be your new training if you don't mind. Don't tell me you haven't listened to music while training.." He tried to act as if everyone did it. "Music while training?" She muttered out with puzzlement. Thinking about music, she loved to dance and even had her own dance called "Tai Chi." What she hadn't understood was how music would help her loosen up during training. She never listened to music while training mainly because she saw martial arts as a serious business. "Yea, I mean what the hell. You don't got anything to lose except maybe that angry look you got on you all the time." He joked with her and set the boombox down on the floor. She folded her arms when Paul mentioned her fierce expression she wore often. In a way, she was almost adding more fuel to the fire by how she reacted because he was right. Her seriousness had taken over again. Paul laughed at her reaction. "Why don't you give it a try before hating on it?" Her stubbornness took over. "I know I am not going to like this. It seems foolish to me." She wanted to seem right, yet her insides were starting to feel a tinge of embarrassment. "We'll see about that." He said confidently because he knew she would like it. WC: 890 TWC: 5,041 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 7 2014, 02:01 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 8 2014, 01:53 PM Post #8 |
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Paul Phoenix was eager to see how skillful the female fighter was. Before he would do that, he wanted to make the environment friendlier and less serious. His normal routine, though vigorous in nature, included some fun once and awhile. He remembered his days of training to defeat the nasty aliens who decided to avoid coming to Planet Earth..or so he thought. He had managed to stop them, but the true moral of the story was he enjoyed when he trained. He had a sense of purpose. While he wasn't the most intelligent as far as life was concerned because his entire life revolved around fighting and training, he knew about having fun which something Chichi lacked. "I still don't see how this will help me at all." Her arms remained folded across her chest. She was not convinced that the man before her could get her to smile. Most individuals could not. It was true that she was a serious person, but was there something wrong with that? Some people had more fun than they should. Unfortunately, she made herself appear to never have fun. She mentally blamed it on the people who have tried to make her life into something it was not. She was not some mother or long lost wife. Her name was Chichi, and she was a woman who had something special about her which Gatz was looking for. Nevertheless, she wanted to be her own person and not some long lost memory of her "former" self. "Once I put this music on, you should get ready to have some." He warned her. Once he pushed the play button, he would not hold back. She kept her arms folded and had not taken his threat of having some fun seriously. It still brought some confusion as to why people trained with music. He pushed the play button. A rock song blasted from the speakers of the radio. The second he pushed play he turned to face Chichi and put his fists up like before. The main difference was that now he was going to face a real person rather than a punching bag. "Ow, my head!" She covered her ears from the loud and obnoxious rock song. Her hurting ears had not deterred Paul from preparing himself to attack her. He wanted her to experience what his type of "fun" consisted of. Removing her hands from her ears, she looked on with confusion even after he had placed his fists up in that power stance he had before. "I am going to show you why I am number one." He stated arrogantly. Despite her being female, he attacked her with some intensity. He would test her out before using his full strength and power in this sparring session. For now, he went for a killer punch that he was sure she would avoid. "You can't be...serio..AH" Paul sent a slug of a punch to her face. In a split second, she ducked his large fist. He was crazy! The punch could have taken her head off. In that instance, she knew this sparring session was serious. However, with the music blasting in the background, she took it less personal than she would have in most situations. After she had ducked his punch, she stumbled backwards into a defensive stance. "Are you crazy? You almost took my head off!" She exclaimed, but Paul laughed in response. When he saw Chichi duck his punch, he realized she was well capable of defending herself. He saw how she struck the bag alongside him. He was no novice either. Telling by how she was striking the bag, he saw how she held back. Her response caused him to chuckle because she was kidding herself if she thought he would ease off. He knew that straight after her rage he could get her to smile and enjoy herself. With his favorite song playing in the background, he had pure adrenaline rushing through his veins. They were begging for a fight. He was glad that this woman had stumbled into the gym late at night because it had given him a much more favorable sparring session. "Then duck" He took another step forward to close the gap between Chichi and himself. When he took a step forward, he used his longer reach to send another devastating punch in her direction. It was incredible how much range Paul's punch had. She could not take his fist head on and expect to walk away without any bruises. Using her agility, she jumped back to dodge another one of his punches. The power behind his punch was felt as it whiffed by her head. Her bangs blew from the power behind his punch. Luckily, it had not connected. Her distraught state of being attacked had turned into one of thrill. It took her longer than other fighters to get the adrenaline pumping through her veins from the joy of the fight. In the end of it all, she realized she was born to fight and to become the best she could be. Being a bit angry at how Paul attacked her with two punches already, she decided to get some payback. After Paul had punched, he eased off to defend. "You're going to pay for this pal." She jumped at him to close the gap because she knew if she rushed at him he'd attempt to strike her down with his fists. His longer reach was something she wanted to avoid. By jumping, she closed in the gap just enough for her to deliver a punch herself. Similar to Paul except using her legs behind her strike and striking with an open palm, she went for his chin. Her open palm strike, if it managed to hit his chin, was vicious enough to dislocate his jaw. Paul was almost surprised by Chichi jumping into his space. By her closing in the gap, he wasn't able to get full range on his punch. However, he was more prepared than she realized. Using his Judo, he grabbed her arm as it went for an open palm strike towards his chin. He knew she wasn't playing nice because it could have injured his jaw if it hit, but her tenacity. It made his senses sharp. Then, after he grabbed her arm during her open palm strike, he twisted it just enough to send her spiraling into the ground. The maneuver was a reversal and one he was very good at doing. She gasped when she felt her body spiral in mid air from having her open palm strike be reversed right on the spot. The last thing she remembered was hitting the matted floor. However, with her instincts on high alert, she decided to send him to the floor along with her to return the favor. While laying flat on her back, she twisted so that she lay on her side. Then, swinging her leg that was closest to ceiling, she swept his legs out from under him. Paul laughed when he saw her hit the ground mainly because of how she handled it. She must have not been expecting that he was capable of reversing with all the rookie fighters there were out in the world. Unfortunately, his laughter meant he was not on paying attention. He was taken off guard which was not a good thing to do with a stubborn and tenacious fighter like Chichi. "Oof!" Paul managed to side flip onto his ass from the unexpected trip from Chichi. He grabbed his butt from the pain. "My ass!" He yelled out in discomfort. He wasn't really injured, but he was goofy when it had come to fighting. She tried not to laugh at Paul's reaction to being tripped. She wanted to prove his theory wrong about her having fun during the training session while his rock music played in the background. Remaining serious, she got back onto her feet and waited for him to come at her again. "Ready for round two or are you going to give up already?" She said in a challenging tone. WC: 1,415 TWC: 6,456 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 8 2014, 01:55 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 8 2014, 08:37 PM Post #9 |
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"The Toughest Fighter in the Universe doesn't know what giving up means. I am going to show you how the Toughest Fighter in the Universe operates." He loved saying his catch phrase. Wanting to show Chichi what it meant to be the toughest, he jump flipped onto his feet and put his fists up again. He looked fierce and powerful in the stance. There weren't any weaknesses to it either. His style of martial arts were more modern than Chichi was accustomed too. {Why does he keep saying he is the toughest in the Universe? I guess I'll have to take that title away from him.} When she heard herself think, she was shocked at what she had just thought because since when had she cared whether or not she was the toughest? It was obvious the music in the background, and the fun she was having in the training session was causing her to be more "competitive" in nature. She was usually oblivious and fought only if she needed too, but Paul's persistence brought out a competitive nature she was not sure she had. "I am sorry to burst your bubble pal, but I think that I am going to have to show you who the real toughest fighter in the Universe is." She kept in her turtle hermit style stance. Her pointer finger and index finger were pressed together as her legs were bent. She motioned the big man to come at her with her two fingers. "Unless you're scared..." She taunted him. One thing Paul had not known her is that she had a tendency to trash talk with her sarcastic humor. Paul heard Chichi taunt him. He had begun to notice that she had a tendency to be sarcastic. When she told him that she was the toughest fighter in the universe, a fire in his heart burned with the need to prove her wrong. He was the toughest and no one else. "No, I am the TOUGHEST FIGHTER IN THE UNIVERSE! " He pushed off his back foot and closed the gap before she had time to utter another word against his ego and trademark catch phrase. He was the toughest in the universe and nobody else. Once he closed the gap, he turned sideways to send forth a driven elbow that was aimed for her gut. She saw the fire erupt in Paul like it had often done to her. The light heart man had charged at her like a wild Phoenix literally. With the flame in his soul to prove her wrong, she was in for trouble. He closed in the gap and immediately she had to react to his driven elbow. By sticking out her two hands, she was able to block his elbow that caused her feet to slide against the mat. The size of his forearms or arms in general were unreal. She was accustomed to facing bigger opponents, but this guy was different. He had the brute force of a bear. After blocking his elbow with two hands, she pushed his elbow aside and went for a front kick to his gut. He too was prepared to avoid her attack. "Os!" He recovered from his elbow strike and used his forearms to block the fiery female's attack. He then decided to counter by going for a grab. The second he blocked her front kick with his elbows he grasped at her blue gi. His judo gloves had holes for his fingers so he could both grab and punch. In an instant, he used his body weight to fall onto his back pulling her along for the ride. Then he drove his foot into her gut so that she'd be kicked towards the ceiling. "Gah!" She was grabbed by her gi and watched as Paul fell onto his backside again. With Paul's weight behind the tugging of her gi, she was pulled into his attack which left her no time to counter. She was then booted into the air by the man's large foot. Flipping once in the air, she was able to land swiftly onto the ground. Paul got back onto his feet and got back into his power stance. He urged her to come for more. "I am number one." He used his thumb to point to himself with a goofy smile that followed. She narrowed her eyes at his number one remark. His goofy smile that followed his outrageous statement almost caused her to chuckle in defeat. No, it wouldn't work. "You got some nerve. Not after today you aren't!" She then charged at him from across the gym. Since the gym wasn't big to begin with, she closed the distance instantly. Her following attack would surprise even the incredible Paul Phoenix. Before she reached him, she jumped off her feet with the momentum of her dashing. She twirled herself at the right distance to send a 360 spin kick into the man before her. Paul covered himself again when Chichi's boot drove into his forearms. This time it was him to stumble just a bit. The power behind the twirling, spin kick was impressive. He didn't let shock about her kick reveal itself on his face. With his music blaring in the background, he went on the offensive. He was about to go into a series of combos that Chichi may or may not have been expecting. Nevertheless, the sparring session had just become seriously fun. By the end of it all, he would get her to smile for the sake of proving that he was right. Not just that, but he had to teach the Chick that she was indeed messing with the toughest in the Universe."I will always be the toughest in the Universe. RAWGHMPHH" He turned himself and put his palm out towards her chest as he was performing a combination he called Demolition man. He roared and grunted with his attack to show the raw strength he placed behind it. WC: 1,055 TWC: 7,514 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Jan 8 2014, 08:40 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Jan 9 2014, 12:20 PM Post #10 |
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Her eyes widened when she saw Paul go into a combination maneuver she had never seen. Instinctively, she placed her forearms in front of her face to avoid getting pummeled. To keep her midsection protected, she raised her knee to her chest which meant she was balancing on one foot. As Paul slammed his palm into her forearms, she slid back. She thought his attack was over. She got prepared to reverse him. Unfortunately, she miss timed his combination. He then he spun and sent drove his arm forward to send a palm strike into her midsection. When it connected, the air was knocked out of her. She was sucking wind, but it didn't seem to stop Paul from coming at her again. The palm strike had her stumble into nearby dumb bells. Trying to get some air into her lungs after the strike, she looked up to see that Paul was not finished. Her black eyes watched him close. She wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she could not allow him to attack her while winded. Paul watched Chichi stumble backwards from his driven Demolition technique. He didn't want to let up on her since he wanted to see how tough she really was. Closing in on her, he then flipped forward. His flip forward was with a twist. He wanted to drive his heel downward onto Chichi's head like he had done to so many of his opponents. Seeing Paul flip, had brought momentary relief to her winded lungs. She had time to avoid it completely. While he was in rotation in the air, she side stepped away from the dumb bells she had stumbled into. What she was about to witness would be ridiculous. Paul's eyes widened when he realized that Chichi had side stepped away from his front flip. He was in trouble and would soon be in pain. The reason was because his bare foot, only covered by black tape, landed straight onto a dumb bell. Then, like a large tree, he fell over because he had lost his balance. "Oof!" He slipped off the dumbbell and landed on his back. She turned to see if Paul would attack her again in which she would counter. However, when she glanced over she witnessed the big, bear like man fall onto his back. At first, she blinked several times because it was unexpected for a man so skilled to fall over like he had. Without her realizing it, a smile spread across her lips. She saw how he rubbed his injured backside. Then, hearing his OOF, she started to giggle. It was a miracle. Her laughter filled the entire gym. His goofiness was toxic. Soon enough, the gym metaphorically turned into a rainbow that was her laughter because it was that rare and that special to hear. Hearing a giggle, he looked over at Chichi from his grounded position. He was confused at her first as to why she was laughing, but then it hit him. He made her laugh. He had done it. Whether she realized it or not, she was laughing up a storm. He got onto his feet and folded his arms. Covering her mouth, she realized she had lost her bet. The humor behind Paul's fall had brought the always serious, female fighter to tears of laughter. She could barely contain herself as she laughed so hard that tears had begun to form in her eyes. Paul couldn't help, but smile despite the fact that his ass hurt after falling on it. "I guess I win by knock out from laughter." He rubbed his ass. "Heheheh" She covered her mouth. "I told you I was the toughest in the universe." He commented during her fit of laughter. "You must be the clumsiest in the Universe too." She admitted because the goofy, but very skilled man made her laugh. Her pride wasn't hurt either at the fact that she had been wrong about having fun. With the music blasting in the background, she was having a better time than she first thought. He chuckled at her joke and placed his arms up to put himself in his power stance. "I am still number one." It was his way to get her back into the fight mood. "You won't have a chance." Her laughter started to die down because her pride wouldn't do well with another loss. She wanted to show Paul that her fighting ability was exceptional. Getting back in her traditional, turtle hermit stance, she waited for him to attack once more. She'd have to be more counter attacking despite the fact that Paul was capable of reversing some of her maneuvers. Regardless, his front flip kick had given her some ideas on how to get passed his defenses. If he made one mistake while attacking, she would attack his open defenses. WC: 849 TWC: 8,363 |
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What intrigued him about the woman, who was in the gym late a night alongside him, was her temperament and the traditional, light-blue gi she wore. Most of the female fighters he had come across were crazier and worried less about appearing conservative. He studied her and noticed the style of her gi. It looked similar to his own except his gi was red, and his belt was black while her belt was pink. In a sense, her style was feminine in nature which he couldn't help, but smile humorously.

By the end of it all, he would get her to smile for the sake of proving that he was right. Not just that, but he had to teach the Chick that she was indeed messing with the toughest in the Universe.
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