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The left jabs, swift and sure, grazed one another allowing each fighter to feel the power of the punches. Ranged, exploratory shots fired in what might turn into a longer fight. Jake shrugged up his shoulder as he shifted, the smaller Tre’yan following suit. Slide and drag, each moved to their right. Jake was surprised, not by the speed, that was a given. No, he was surprised that smaller man had lashed out with his left.

Jake realized that Tre’yan was a right hand dominate fighter. He had given himself away with his step forward on his left foot that that left jab. Natural southpaws would lead and jab with their right as it was the lead hand and foot. However Tre’yan had not, he struck out with a much longer and slower shot with his left hand, which was closer to his body.

With explosively fast hands the smaller man again launched a quick combo with his left hand. Jake pulled back slightly in a beautifully executed classic pull defense and as the left hand withdrew he followed it with a quick step-inside with his right foot. Since Tre’yan was moving forward with his left they would meet.

Jake’s right hand dipped down in a fraction of a second then exploded into a lead upper-cut to the left side of Tre’yan’s head. It was a blur of motion as both men moved simultaneously towards one another, Jake’s right foot and Tre’yan’s left. The lead right upper-cut should come as a surprise as nothing had given it away. His right arm crooked at a 90-degree angle, never fully extended as he didn’t need to. After all, his target was coming to him. The shot should by virtue of their movements rocket up and inside the right of Tra’yan, striking somewhere on the under-left side of the man’s jaw. The blow while punishing most likely would not knock out Tre’yan but it would serve notice that he was not in the ring with a novice, but a skilled boxer as well.

Jake had taken the southpaw stance now.

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Fighters: @MelonHead vs. @ImportantNobody

Judge: @Skallagrim

Arena: Sandtides

Fight: The Dragon who went to sea

Wager: N/A

Stipulation: Evie wearing the stronger outfit

Victory Style: Death, Knock-out, Forfeiture.

Winner: Melonhead

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ImportantNobody Comments: Evvie says: "Anna is a big meanie!!!"

Judge Comments: None

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Melon let me know if something arises you two cannot hash out. I will make a fight card once I get home.

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Meh I am not motivated to make a new character. For now I am just using my four basic characters. I might add a few more later.

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Touching fists both men went to their corner after the normal rules and the special rules were explained. Standing in his corner, Jake listened to his handlers as the mouthpiece was inserted and went flush against his teeth.

The bell sounded, faint against the cheers and jeers of the crowd. Jake shuffled forward, his feet lifting and dropping with the quickness of a practiced fighter. Hands up, elbows tucked in close to his ribs, he wasn’t a fool.

Once in the center of the ring, his stance was an orthodox one. His feet comfortably apart, the left foot forward. His weight distributed on the balls of his feet. This allowed him to feel "on balance" and able to move easily forward or back, left or right. Knees slightly bent because the explosive power of punches or kicks would come from this. His front foot, hip, and shoulders in line, maximizing his reach and minimizing the target area while defending his body.

His gloved left hand, balled into a fist in line with top of his shoulders, elbow slightly extended but still in position to protect his body. His right hand fist close to his chin, elbow close to his ribs, perpendicular to the floor, his neck and shoulders relaxed and ready to react.

He tossed a left jab forward with a powerful snap to test his range against the bony fighter. The speed was dazzling, impressive and deadly. But Jake was sure that Tre'yan would not be caught by such a basic move. As the extended hand retracted he shuffled to his right, a quick move to test Tre’yan’s mobility. These first few moments would be to test one another, to feel each other out to determine the best avenue and chance for success against one another.

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LIES!!! It was not dairy products . . .

Anyways, Rilla I think I did that pretty well. Of course you need not reply, but we did agree to WWE/WCW it up a bit.

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Standing at 6’3 and weighing in at 247 lbs. Jake was not considered a small man by many and by all accounts fearless. However seeing his opponent gave him pause. So it was true. His opponent was not, well let’s not beat around the bush, he was not human. Jake smiled slightly as Michael Buffer began his spiel.

“Ladies and Gentleman, tonight we are going to witness the most anticipated fighting exposition in history. To those in attendance . . . Are you ready? Boxing fans . . . Are you ready? MMA fans . . . Are you ready? Fans around the world . . . Are you ready? Let’s get ready to ruuuuuuuummmmmble!”

With that Michael Buffer pointed towards Jake. “In the black corner, fighting out of The Big Kahuna Gym in Kona Hawaii is. . . Jake ‘The Under’ Taker.”

Again a thousand voices howling in support at the announcement filled the air, clashing with an equal number in opposition. It was all part of the game, all part of the rush that made fighting in the Garden special.

Stepping to the center of the ring, Jake kept his arms loose as he studied his bony, emancipated opponent. Searching for weaknesses and finding little to none visible. He had of course heard about the power and speed that T'Mass allegedly possessed.

It was show time. Nodding subtly to Michal Buffer, who returned the gesture began turning towards T’Mass, his grip on the mic loose. In a flash, Jake had snatched the mic from him, glowering at Michael Buffer who protested loudly and with great indignation. The crowd stomped their feet, their cries raising several decibels above a jet engine.

Jake smiled and waited a few seconds as the noise died down, they wanted to hear him speak, to recite the prayer.

Pointing at T’Mass, he growled into the mic.

“O Lord, may the end of my life be the best of it;
my closing acts be my best acts,
and may the best of my days be the day when I meet Thee.”

Along with thousands of fans he finished his ritual spiel, “Are you ready to meet your maker?”

Handing the mic back to Michael Buffer he just stared with impassioned eyes at T’Mass.

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Nice Rilla, very nice. I may not get a response up tonight, but will in the morning if I don't.

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Well that's a shame. I am sorry to hear that LeeRoy.

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You guys are more than welcome to offer opinions on Rilla and my fight. I don't think there is much that either of us haven't heard before but ideas on techniques or questions about why we did certain things please feel free.