DRAGONBALL REALITY
Chapter 6
Tyson and Vince moved so they faced each other in the center of the ring. This was the part where most would offer their hands for a shake, insttead they just sized each other up, not bothering to try to disguise it, and as a result both knew
that it would be wise to take this seriously.
Tyson smirked and said "Say hello to the ground when you see it in a few minutes,"
Vince returned with his own smirk and said "I would say the same, but I refuse to stoop to your level,"
"What was that!?" Tyson growled. Vince smirked and turned. The two combatents walked ten paces, then again whirled to face each other, this time they both sank into fighting stances. Vince's was a subtle cross between the kung-fu
side horse stance, and the Karate Zenkoutsadotch stance, also known as a back leaning stance. Tyson held a simple front stance.
"This looks like it might be a good match," Eric said observing the two fighters.
"GO!!" Came the cry. Vince didn't move, but Tyson, angry from his foes earlier remark, came rushing foward throwing a fast punch at Vince's face, only to hit air as his foe ducked low and snapped a kick up into his gut knocking Tyson up
into the air, then smirked as he shot high above Tyson and whirled with a flip kick which slammed across the other fighters back knocking him back towards the ring with a cry of suprise. Vince frowned ever so slightly, that had been much easier than he had expected, but then at the last second Tyson twisted managing to angle himself to crash into the ring instead of the grass around it, though his impact still left a sizable dent.
"Not bad, this is his first tournament and already he knows how to save himself," Vince muttered as he waited in the air for his foe.
Tyson qickly stood glaring up at Vince with a burning fury, but his foe simply smirked. "ENOUGH!!!" Tyson roared as he shot up into the sky, then stopped as and shot above Vince before whirling bringing his hands to his side, determined to
make Vince pay for his humiliation.
"Hmmm," Vince said, already knowing what his foe planned.
Tyson took a split second to make sure he had aimed properly, then threw his hands forward with a cry of "GALIC GUN!!!!!" The large purple beam of ki, containing half of Tyson's ki, flew at the speed of light right at its target. Vince was
impressed, truly he was, the aim was perfect, dead on, which meant that most people would be caught by the attack without any hope of escape, and it had enough power to overpower any attack most people had time to prepare. But Vince was not most people, and so he shot to the side and watched the blast fly down and crash into the ring resulting in a brilliant flash of light, then rushed towards Tyson who hadn't quite realized his attack had failed yet, and dealt a vicious
upper-cut to the other fighters jaw knocking him back through the air before he snapped out his hand and grabbed Tyson's leg and pulled him back down flinging him towards the exact center of the ring.
"Let me show you how its done!!" Vince shouted, held up a single finger and fied a death beam which flew down piercing Tyson's shoulder just as he struck the ring, robbing him the use of his right arm.
Eric who had been watching said "Whoa, this guys picking Tyson apart, how do you beat a guy like that?"
In the air Vince smirked. He had robbed his prey of any hope of victory, now he lowered to the ring to play around for awhile before he finished things, like he always did.
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At the corperatte head quarters for DBR the head battle designer walked in, holding a brief case in one hand. The room he had just entered was a board room where the other members of the board were waiting.
"Ah, you finall y got here Jordan, where is Vince? He usually comes in with you," The head of the board, Mr.Smith said.
Jordan smiled as he said "Actually, Vince is busy right now, doing a checkup on the tournament function. He will likely be a few hours,"
"Oh well, take your seat, you can just fill him in later," Smith said.
Jordan noded while taking his seat, but on the inside he was disgusted by the thought of following anything this man said. 'Just you wait, all of you! Soon I will be in charge, now that the plan Vince and I came up with is almost ready,'
Jordan thought. The meeting went on while he continued his treacherous thoughts.
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Tyson stood, while everyone watching was thinking the same thing, how the hell did he plan to get out of this one. The thing about the tournaments was that players could just watch from the stands and not participate, or even hold their own
though they didn't get any prizes for it.
Vince slowly, almost mockingly approached his weakened and vulnerable prey with a predatory smile on his face. Oh how he loved utterly destroying his foes! Their was nothing quite like it. What he did not realize was that Tyson had not
used all of his power in that last blast, only half, meaning he still had some hope of winning. At the very least he could still put up a fight.
"Now, are you ready for the pain?" Vince asked as he lifted his hand aiming a single finger at Tyson's knee.
"Shut up and fight," Tyson snarled. Vince smirked, then fired another death beam thinking to take out one of his foes legs, to make him suffer even more, but Tyson sprang into the air and rushed forward at Vince, who for the first time
ever, was taken off guard, then slammed a knee into his foes stomache doubling him over, then planted his feet firmly onto the ring and sent punch after punch with his good arm but it took Vince only two seconds to form a defense, then he started hitting back slowly forcing Tyson across the ring.
Carl finally got the nerve to come out of hiding and alked up to Eric as he said "I think Tyson is screwed,"
"I have to agree," Eric replied as Tyson was forced completely onto the defensive as countless blows were reighned down upon him from his foe. Finally Vince scored a kick to Tyson's stomache doubling him over before snapping a kick
into his face kncoking him backwards and into the air, where Vince was already waiting with a round-house kick knocking Tyson into the air.
Eric and Carl both watched in shock as Vince began to play ping pong with Tyson being the ball. "That guy is really fast, I don't think were gonna stand much of a chance eh bro?" Carl asked. Eric did not reply, but instead watched the
slaughter now taking place. Vince spent another thirty seconds attacking relentlessly before Tyson finally fell back into the ring.
"Shit!" The beaten fighter said as he struggled back to his feet, just in time for a death beam to pierce through his left knee rendering that leg useless.
"Now, I am going to beat the shit out of you, and I am not going to let you out of the ring for quite awhile. I hope your ready, because this is going to take a long time and every second of it is going to hurt," Vince said even as he pressed a
button on his watch, turning off the pain limit set on the game inside the tournament ring, which meant that every blow would hurt like it was real, just like the wounds Tyson already had started to. He cried out in pain as blood ran from his wounds in a sudden torrent, even as he struggled to one knee, only to take a kick to the face knocking him backwards where Vince was already waiting slamming his knee into his preys lower back causing him to double over before he began
to slam elbow after elbow into his foes chest, each blow felt to Tyson like getting hit with a hammer in real life would. Tyson cried out in agony.
"Holy shit! This uy is beating on Tyson just like Spopovitch did to Videl remember!?" Carl exclaimed.
"Yeah, but why is Tyson yelling in pain? There are limits in the game to prevent just that!" Eric exclaimed.
Carl considered this, then pinched himself hard and was very suprised by the sudden pain that came about as a result. Both of them knew then, that Tyson was feeling the full pain of every blow. Eric ran for the referee.
Back in the ring Vince kicked Tyson into the air, then shot above him with a brutal double-fisted smash sending him flying into the ring with such force that he bounced nearly ten feet into the air before he fell again, only for Vince to kick him
in the face knocking him skywards where he flew after him and cuaght his arm in a lock and yanked hard, snapping the arm at the socket getting the loudest scream yet before Vince began to drive his knee into his foes gut again and again without mercy.
Back on the ground Eric found the referee and said "Hey! My friend is getting smashed out there, he clearly has no chance of winning! You need to call this fight now!!"
"I'm sorry but i can't unles he falls out of the ring, is knocked out, or gives up," The ref said.
Eric then said "These are not normal circmtances, the pain limiter has been removed so all of those blows are hurting like they would in real life!"
"Thats not possible," The ref said with a scoff, though he did seem slightly unsure.
Even as they argued Tyson held Tyson out by his hair and began to hammer the poor guys face with a series of punches. Blood ran from a split lip and broken nose as Tyson continued to ry out with each blow.
Eric growled and slapped the ref hard, but even as the ref was preparing to disqualify Eric, he realized just how much that had hurt! That meant only one thing. He looked up where Vince was driving kick after kick into Tyson's groin, the young
man had fallen totally silent.
"STOP THE FIGHT!!!! VINCE WINS!!!!!" The ref screamed as loud as he could, and no sooner had he said it then Tyson crashed onto the ground outside the ring, totally still.