Wounds
2-01
It had been two months since Myst had begun training with Law. He was stronger, faster than he ever thought he could be. It was the day before the tournament began and Myst heard a knock on the villa wall (every fighter in the tournament stayed in a designated villa) Through the patterned glass he could see Law. He opened the door "What's up Law?"
"One more training session before the tournament" Law pulled kendo sticks out of the shoulder bag he carried round with him. "Today I will show you a special technique which has been passed down to me through generations" Law raised one of the sticks above his head and drove it across Myst's head, not hard enough to cause serious damage, but hard enough to cause a gash on his forehead. Myst recoiled in pain. "Jesus.what the fuck was that for?" Law smiled and broke into a quiet laugh "You do not follow the rules of your martial art, my family punished that" "Well I'm not in your family Law, and in my family we punish hitting a defenceless man" Myst grabbed the other kendo stick and swung for Law's head. Law stopped the stick mid-swing and held onto it. "Myst, in the tournament you will take punishment a thousand times worse than that every second, it is important you do not lose your cool" Law smiled and snapped the stick. He left to a trail of silent curses.
2-02
Myst woke up, through blurry eyes he saw his alarm clock flash 8:00AM. He was up late and had a pounding headache. He changed into his fighting clothes and made his way to the front room. A small, red letter was lying perfectly on the mat. He opened it carefully and a piece of papyrus paper fell out.
---Myst---
Welcome to the tournament. We hope you fight well and honourably and leave a stronger, if not richer man. The tournament rules have changed due to the changing of owner of Mishima Inc. The tournament will be held over four rounds and the winner will face the reigning champion, Kazuya Mishima. Each fight will be one round and last for one minute. If the bout is undecided after one minute, then an esteemed panel of judges will decide the winner of the fight. The fights in the first round are as followed.
Christie vs. Paul Yoshimitsu vs. King Eddy vs. Hwoarang Lei vs. Julia Myst vs. Bryan Nina vs. Ling Bruce vs. Lee Joro vs. Ganryu
Winners of today's bouts will be notified of their opponent tomorrow. The next round is also tomorrow.
Regards ---Kazuya---
Myst finished reading the letter and sighed. The tournament was once a noble meeting, now it was more like a corporate sponsored fight club. He was one of two new fighters, the other Joro. He was glad he wasn't fighting a women, and wished he wouldn't have to in the whole tournament. He made his way to the shower, soon would be his debut.
2-03
As he walked to the centre of the fighting area he couldn't help but notice the 'esteemed' panel of judges, a boxing commentator, a soccer star and a fat balding man with a fake tan and a nice suit. His opponent stood a few feet away from him, snickering. To him he was an inexperienced newcomer, an unworthy hurdle in his route to become champion. To Myst, Bryan was a test. The bout started and Myst immediately lunged for Bryan with a kick to the chest. Bryan just stepped back, laughing. This was a sign of Bryan's ego, a trick that he had learnt from Law. Bryan moved in and connected with a few punches that knocked Myst to the floor. Bryan stood over him about to pounce when Myst jumped up and delivered a combination of punches of his own. This changed the expression on Bryan's face from one confidence, to one of annoyance. Myst continued his attack, sweeping Bryan off his feet with a spinning kick. Even before Bryan hit the ground, Myst had grabbed both of Bryan's arms. Pulling him up slightly, Myst placed his right foot on Bryans face. He then continued to pull him, but pushed his foot down, bending his neck back. After a few seconds Myst raised his foot, but held Bryan were he was. Then, with a vicious force, he drove his foot into his face. Blood immediately shot out from his now disfigured nose. The small crowd that stood watching the fight gasped in a mix of shock, horror and awe. After a count of five Bryan hadn't gotten off his back, and the bout was over. After just over ten seconds Myst had defeated his first opponent in the king of the iron fist tournament. He knew that Bryan's over- confidence had been his downfall, but that didn't stop his pride from flowing like a river. Tomorrow was his next test, but he planned to enjoy today first.
2-01
It had been two months since Myst had begun training with Law. He was stronger, faster than he ever thought he could be. It was the day before the tournament began and Myst heard a knock on the villa wall (every fighter in the tournament stayed in a designated villa) Through the patterned glass he could see Law. He opened the door "What's up Law?"
"One more training session before the tournament" Law pulled kendo sticks out of the shoulder bag he carried round with him. "Today I will show you a special technique which has been passed down to me through generations" Law raised one of the sticks above his head and drove it across Myst's head, not hard enough to cause serious damage, but hard enough to cause a gash on his forehead. Myst recoiled in pain. "Jesus.what the fuck was that for?" Law smiled and broke into a quiet laugh "You do not follow the rules of your martial art, my family punished that" "Well I'm not in your family Law, and in my family we punish hitting a defenceless man" Myst grabbed the other kendo stick and swung for Law's head. Law stopped the stick mid-swing and held onto it. "Myst, in the tournament you will take punishment a thousand times worse than that every second, it is important you do not lose your cool" Law smiled and snapped the stick. He left to a trail of silent curses.
2-02
Myst woke up, through blurry eyes he saw his alarm clock flash 8:00AM. He was up late and had a pounding headache. He changed into his fighting clothes and made his way to the front room. A small, red letter was lying perfectly on the mat. He opened it carefully and a piece of papyrus paper fell out.
---Myst---
Welcome to the tournament. We hope you fight well and honourably and leave a stronger, if not richer man. The tournament rules have changed due to the changing of owner of Mishima Inc. The tournament will be held over four rounds and the winner will face the reigning champion, Kazuya Mishima. Each fight will be one round and last for one minute. If the bout is undecided after one minute, then an esteemed panel of judges will decide the winner of the fight. The fights in the first round are as followed.
Christie vs. Paul Yoshimitsu vs. King Eddy vs. Hwoarang Lei vs. Julia Myst vs. Bryan Nina vs. Ling Bruce vs. Lee Joro vs. Ganryu
Winners of today's bouts will be notified of their opponent tomorrow. The next round is also tomorrow.
Regards ---Kazuya---
Myst finished reading the letter and sighed. The tournament was once a noble meeting, now it was more like a corporate sponsored fight club. He was one of two new fighters, the other Joro. He was glad he wasn't fighting a women, and wished he wouldn't have to in the whole tournament. He made his way to the shower, soon would be his debut.
2-03
As he walked to the centre of the fighting area he couldn't help but notice the 'esteemed' panel of judges, a boxing commentator, a soccer star and a fat balding man with a fake tan and a nice suit. His opponent stood a few feet away from him, snickering. To him he was an inexperienced newcomer, an unworthy hurdle in his route to become champion. To Myst, Bryan was a test. The bout started and Myst immediately lunged for Bryan with a kick to the chest. Bryan just stepped back, laughing. This was a sign of Bryan's ego, a trick that he had learnt from Law. Bryan moved in and connected with a few punches that knocked Myst to the floor. Bryan stood over him about to pounce when Myst jumped up and delivered a combination of punches of his own. This changed the expression on Bryan's face from one confidence, to one of annoyance. Myst continued his attack, sweeping Bryan off his feet with a spinning kick. Even before Bryan hit the ground, Myst had grabbed both of Bryan's arms. Pulling him up slightly, Myst placed his right foot on Bryans face. He then continued to pull him, but pushed his foot down, bending his neck back. After a few seconds Myst raised his foot, but held Bryan were he was. Then, with a vicious force, he drove his foot into his face. Blood immediately shot out from his now disfigured nose. The small crowd that stood watching the fight gasped in a mix of shock, horror and awe. After a count of five Bryan hadn't gotten off his back, and the bout was over. After just over ten seconds Myst had defeated his first opponent in the king of the iron fist tournament. He knew that Bryan's over- confidence had been his downfall, but that didn't stop his pride from flowing like a river. Tomorrow was his next test, but he planned to enjoy today first.