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"Ladies and Gentlemen if I can have your attention please," the speakers screeched for a moment. Several people in the audience covered their ears. "Sorry about that. Anyway I'm pleased to announce that the first match will begin shortly. Lets all give these competitors a big round of applause. Jewel, Krillin if you would come out here please."
Out in the stands an elderly bald man turned to his neighbor and whispered," I saw Jewel fight before. Wouldn't be surprised if he had a real chance at the title this year."
"Well first he'll have to beat Hercule and we both know how hard that will be," he responded.
A few rows back from them sat the non-fighting members of the z-gang. Marron bounced in her seat pleased to see her father, her Popsicle beginning to melt. "Yeah daddy," she hollered as it slid from its stick and landed with a faint plop in her lap.
Down in the stadium the two fighters walked to the arena. Jewel waved to his adoring fans, smile bright, wondering slightly why no one was taking his picture. Krillin strolled beside him; hands in his pocket, a bored look on his face.
"Okay lets just get this over with, blondie," Krillin half yawned as he faced his opponent.
"Yes lets," Jewel agreed, "I want to get to my next match as soon as possible."
"Then it's going to be a long wait for you." As he spoke, Krillin fazed out coming back into view right behind him. Jewel look about wildly, searching for him. "Say hello to the birdies for me."
A swift kick to the back of his knees, sent Jewel flying. He slammed into the ground with a sicken thud. Not even bothering to look back, Krillin walked off stage, waving his hand in a go check him manor.
After a quick check of his pulse, the announcer turned to the crowd, a half smile on his face and said, "Well I guess that concludes the first match. With Krillin as the winner." Silence greeted his statement, "On with the next match. Killer vs. Mighty Mask."
Out paraded the two fighters. Killer hurried to the arena, doing a few air punches as he waited for Mighty Mask, who stood, gazing contemplatively at the three steps in front of him. He crouched down, arms swinging back and forth and with a small burst of energy jumped over the steps and on to the arena floor.
"Show off." Killer sneered.
"Not showing off," Mighty Masks voice came out forced as he nodded to the judges that he was ready," Couldn't get up the steps any other way without falling over."
Killers look was skeptical but he nodded as well, signaling the start of the match.
Both fighters circled each other warily; looking for weak points and flaws. Mighty Masks torso shifted, his body seeming to unhinge at the center. With a victorious laugh Killer went in for the kill only to have his fist met by air. Off balance, he glanced around himself in shock. Seeing his opponent off guard, Mighty Mask plunged in with a solid punch to Killers face, sending him reeling out of bounds.
After righting himself, Mighty Mask left the ring, a stunned audience behind him.
"What kind of fight is this," a little gray haired women said out in the stands," I came to see action, not one liners. This is about as exciting as bingo night."
"Oh but Mary Lou," a elderly man responded to her," Weren't you their last Tuesday. Tom, Dick and Harry got into a brawl over whose dentures were on the table. Got quite lively if I do say so my self."
"In deed," she snorted," I missed that. Had to go visit my old bitty of a daughter. The single most boring child I every gave birth too."
"Shush," some one from behind them spoke up," the next match is about to start."
"Ladies and gentlemen our next fighters are Danica and Piccolo."
The match was quickly over leaving Piccolo as the winner. The crowds were beginning to get disgruntled, murmuring and shifting in their seats. The occasional loner getting up and leaving all together.
"Are next fighter are Sheridan and B," the announcer, rushed on, his voices overly loud.
The two fighters walked silently to the arena. As one they marched up the steps and turned, facing one another. They nodded to the judges and the match began. Slowly they circled one another, never turning their backs.
As they moved Sheridan hollered to his opponent," Aren't you going to take that robe off."
"There is no need too. I can accomplish this fight without revealing my face." B's arms flew out from beneath his cloak as he stopped moving. The feminine limbs settling into a guard position. "Come and take me if you think you can."
"Why you," Sheridan stuttered.
He went in swinging, driving B back toward the edge of the ring. Just before his feet slipped from the ring, B leaped over Sheridans' head. He turned swiftly, knocking into him once more. Every punch and kick was block from bodily impact but B never retaliated, allowing himself to be beaten back and forth across the arena.
"That guy's terrible," Gohan exclaimed disgusted.
"What do you mean," Videl returned," He may not be able to return blows but he's doing an awesome job at blocking."
"He means that B is just playing with him," Goku said never taking his eyes off the fight," he's has had every opportunity to get in a punch or two but he is treating this match like a game instead of a real competition."
The crowd was enthralled. Their hoots and hollers echoed around the stands.
'You won't last forever you know," Sheridan taunted," Pretty soon your going to slip up and I'm going to knock you out of the ring."
"I think not," B's voice became heated with excitement," I've played enough for one day. Now its time to finish this. Good bye."
B grabbed his fist as it came swinging toward him. Sheridan's eyes bulged in surprise, pain and horror as the sound of snapping bone filled his ears. Still gripping the hand, B swung him around, yanking his shoulder from its socket and breaking several bones. Sheridan screamed in pain. B let go.
He stumbled back to the center of the ring, clutching his arm to him. This color was pale, stark white against the blood that dripped from the wounds created when his own bones slashed through the skin. He slunk to his feet, willing to admit defeat. B walked to him, grabbing his face between his hands.
"I hope you're not afraid of the dark." He whispered.
His only response was a muffled groan as B's knee slammed into his chin, sending him reeling backward. Sheridans' unconscious body settled to a stop on the rim of the ring. With his foot B kicked him knocking him from the ring. Playing no attention to the broken and battered body, B walked from the ring over to the stunned announcer.
"Not to worry," B said lightly," I know the rules. He's not dead and I'm the winner."
Dah dah dah da. The end of chapter eight.
Not quite sure how action packed that was. Maybe you all can tell me whether or not I put this particular story under the wrong type category. What would you describe it as? Feel free to review and tell me.
"Ladies and Gentlemen if I can have your attention please," the speakers screeched for a moment. Several people in the audience covered their ears. "Sorry about that. Anyway I'm pleased to announce that the first match will begin shortly. Lets all give these competitors a big round of applause. Jewel, Krillin if you would come out here please."
Out in the stands an elderly bald man turned to his neighbor and whispered," I saw Jewel fight before. Wouldn't be surprised if he had a real chance at the title this year."
"Well first he'll have to beat Hercule and we both know how hard that will be," he responded.
A few rows back from them sat the non-fighting members of the z-gang. Marron bounced in her seat pleased to see her father, her Popsicle beginning to melt. "Yeah daddy," she hollered as it slid from its stick and landed with a faint plop in her lap.
Down in the stadium the two fighters walked to the arena. Jewel waved to his adoring fans, smile bright, wondering slightly why no one was taking his picture. Krillin strolled beside him; hands in his pocket, a bored look on his face.
"Okay lets just get this over with, blondie," Krillin half yawned as he faced his opponent.
"Yes lets," Jewel agreed, "I want to get to my next match as soon as possible."
"Then it's going to be a long wait for you." As he spoke, Krillin fazed out coming back into view right behind him. Jewel look about wildly, searching for him. "Say hello to the birdies for me."
A swift kick to the back of his knees, sent Jewel flying. He slammed into the ground with a sicken thud. Not even bothering to look back, Krillin walked off stage, waving his hand in a go check him manor.
After a quick check of his pulse, the announcer turned to the crowd, a half smile on his face and said, "Well I guess that concludes the first match. With Krillin as the winner." Silence greeted his statement, "On with the next match. Killer vs. Mighty Mask."
Out paraded the two fighters. Killer hurried to the arena, doing a few air punches as he waited for Mighty Mask, who stood, gazing contemplatively at the three steps in front of him. He crouched down, arms swinging back and forth and with a small burst of energy jumped over the steps and on to the arena floor.
"Show off." Killer sneered.
"Not showing off," Mighty Masks voice came out forced as he nodded to the judges that he was ready," Couldn't get up the steps any other way without falling over."
Killers look was skeptical but he nodded as well, signaling the start of the match.
Both fighters circled each other warily; looking for weak points and flaws. Mighty Masks torso shifted, his body seeming to unhinge at the center. With a victorious laugh Killer went in for the kill only to have his fist met by air. Off balance, he glanced around himself in shock. Seeing his opponent off guard, Mighty Mask plunged in with a solid punch to Killers face, sending him reeling out of bounds.
After righting himself, Mighty Mask left the ring, a stunned audience behind him.
"What kind of fight is this," a little gray haired women said out in the stands," I came to see action, not one liners. This is about as exciting as bingo night."
"Oh but Mary Lou," a elderly man responded to her," Weren't you their last Tuesday. Tom, Dick and Harry got into a brawl over whose dentures were on the table. Got quite lively if I do say so my self."
"In deed," she snorted," I missed that. Had to go visit my old bitty of a daughter. The single most boring child I every gave birth too."
"Shush," some one from behind them spoke up," the next match is about to start."
"Ladies and gentlemen our next fighters are Danica and Piccolo."
The match was quickly over leaving Piccolo as the winner. The crowds were beginning to get disgruntled, murmuring and shifting in their seats. The occasional loner getting up and leaving all together.
"Are next fighter are Sheridan and B," the announcer, rushed on, his voices overly loud.
The two fighters walked silently to the arena. As one they marched up the steps and turned, facing one another. They nodded to the judges and the match began. Slowly they circled one another, never turning their backs.
As they moved Sheridan hollered to his opponent," Aren't you going to take that robe off."
"There is no need too. I can accomplish this fight without revealing my face." B's arms flew out from beneath his cloak as he stopped moving. The feminine limbs settling into a guard position. "Come and take me if you think you can."
"Why you," Sheridan stuttered.
He went in swinging, driving B back toward the edge of the ring. Just before his feet slipped from the ring, B leaped over Sheridans' head. He turned swiftly, knocking into him once more. Every punch and kick was block from bodily impact but B never retaliated, allowing himself to be beaten back and forth across the arena.
"That guy's terrible," Gohan exclaimed disgusted.
"What do you mean," Videl returned," He may not be able to return blows but he's doing an awesome job at blocking."
"He means that B is just playing with him," Goku said never taking his eyes off the fight," he's has had every opportunity to get in a punch or two but he is treating this match like a game instead of a real competition."
The crowd was enthralled. Their hoots and hollers echoed around the stands.
'You won't last forever you know," Sheridan taunted," Pretty soon your going to slip up and I'm going to knock you out of the ring."
"I think not," B's voice became heated with excitement," I've played enough for one day. Now its time to finish this. Good bye."
B grabbed his fist as it came swinging toward him. Sheridan's eyes bulged in surprise, pain and horror as the sound of snapping bone filled his ears. Still gripping the hand, B swung him around, yanking his shoulder from its socket and breaking several bones. Sheridan screamed in pain. B let go.
He stumbled back to the center of the ring, clutching his arm to him. This color was pale, stark white against the blood that dripped from the wounds created when his own bones slashed through the skin. He slunk to his feet, willing to admit defeat. B walked to him, grabbing his face between his hands.
"I hope you're not afraid of the dark." He whispered.
His only response was a muffled groan as B's knee slammed into his chin, sending him reeling backward. Sheridans' unconscious body settled to a stop on the rim of the ring. With his foot B kicked him knocking him from the ring. Playing no attention to the broken and battered body, B walked from the ring over to the stunned announcer.
"Not to worry," B said lightly," I know the rules. He's not dead and I'm the winner."
Dah dah dah da. The end of chapter eight.
Not quite sure how action packed that was. Maybe you all can tell me whether or not I put this particular story under the wrong type category. What would you describe it as? Feel free to review and tell me.