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[The Enemy]

Threw the centuries the powerful martial arts of old have been all but forgotten. Lately there have been fights, secret fights. They are held in back alleys and underground clubs. The fights usually just consisted of two or sometimes 3 or 4 men or women, fighting for virtually no reason but to get out their anger. They had few rules and lasted as long as the fighters were willing to fight. But alas, they have inevitably drawn out those ho were once in hiding.

Around the underground the ones who came were called "the pro's". They were men and women who knew how to fight better than any other. They had mastered the ancient styles and forms, assaulting brutish thugs with wave after wave of traditional muay thai and shaolin kung fu. The pro's have been taking in more then their fair share of bet money, as the fights were usually held up for bidding on the winner. And as expected the lords of the fights, often mafia gangsters and mob bosses, began hating the pro's.

They would secretly hire professional league martial artists to defeat the pro's specifically. It was all for not though, for even the most trained karate and jujitsu masters could not face up o the unnatural talent of the pro's, even when fighting the pro of the same martial art. Now the biggest fight is about to commence, it's called the "King's death match" a huge tournament like fight of epic proportions.

There are a few little problems though. First of all, the lords don't wish for any of the pro's to compete, as they would win every fight, so they have been even hiring hit men and assassins to kill the pro's before the death fight. And naturally the pro's don't like this, so they have been making outside fights, random bouts with those who plan on competing in the big match. The fights have become chaotic, masters of every and any style beating on others of same skill. The pro's will fight any and all who challenge them, but few can even try to fight back.
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Okay the kings death match will begin in a few days, but the pro's are killing off or at least scaring off combatants, while the mafia leaders and mob bosses are trying to kill of the pro's. Let's see how this will progress, I hope we all have fun.

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[B]Name:[/B] [pronounceable]

[B]Age:[/B] [18-50 no 5 year old karate masters :p]

[B]Gender:[/B] [simple]

[B]Fighting style:[/B] [real, and you must follow it, everyone gets hit once in a while, boxers won't kick to much, judo masters won't avoid grapples etc.]

[B]Appearence:[/B] [simple pic or description]

[B]Personality:[/B] [simple]

[B]Bio:[/B] [brief history]

[B]First fight:[/B] [A short couple of paragraphs depicting your first fight to give us all a taste of fights with you to come.]

[Zeke47]

[B]Name:[/B] Akira Yuki

[B]Age:[/B] 23

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Fighting style:[/B] [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninjutsu]Ninpo Taijutsu (Ninjutsu)[/URL]

[B]Appearence:[/B][URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raven_%28Tekken%29]>>>Akira<<<[/URL] except he has a black gi on instead of white.

[B]Personality:[/B] Light hearted and always quick to smile when around people he knows but when out and about he looks like someone who wouldn't want to look at in the wrong way.

[B]Bio:[/B] He grew up in North America and when he was 5 his family took a trip to Japan, he got lost and was found by a master in the art of ninpo. He has been trained non-stop since that point into the fighting machine you see today. He has been in many fights and has learned how to adapt to the enimies fighting style. He has been ahead of his peers his entire life and as such always was put with higher age groups and was beaten repeatedly thus pushing him harder to improve while his peers around him watched in awe at his advancement.

He is now a blackbelt of the highest degree and has great knowlege of all the 18 ways of ninjutsu and is seen as one of the best fighters in the world and has now been hired to take out these so called "Pro's" weather it's in or out of the tournament.

[B]First fight:[/B] Akira walked down the street until he found a small street named Gorgen Ave. He turned right down the road and walked up to a large house that looked to hold a fairly wealthy man.

Akira walked up to the house and scaled a small stone wall to the left of the house. He had been watching this house for some time now for it held one of his opponents, his name was Otembus and he was a big guy who seemed to use brute force to win his fights and liked graples. Akira walked up to a big window and used a small peice of metal to take out the screen, he slid the window open, put the screen back in and closed the window in under a minute.

He walked up a through a hallway, walked through a door into a room with lots of empty space in it so he could move around. Akira looked at his watch and waited, after about 3 minutes he heard footsteps. Soon enought a big man walked through the door sweating greatly for he had just finished his daily workout. Akira kicked from the side of the door hitting the man hard right in the side of the leg. The great man had turned his knee just in time stopping it from breaking and now turned to Akira with an angry look on his face as one would look if a man had attacked you trying to break your leg in your own home. He took a step forward and went to grab Akira at the shoulders. Akira stpped back moving his entire body in unison letting one of the mans hand grab onto his shoulder. With the mans arm now having very low menouverability Akira grabbed the mans wrist spinning it around so that the man naturally followed through your body's instict to move away from pain, Akira now grabbed the mans hand with his other and twisted his hand up and wrist down sending him straight to his knees in pain as he lifted his leg kneeing the man in the face sending him down backwards on his back.

The man stood up slowly and launched a punch at Akira's face. Akira sidestepped while moving his arm in a circular motion gaining momentum and hitting him in his now uncovered bicep. The blow hit a nerve in the muscle numbing the mans entire arm while making the muscle feel like it was on fire. The arm now with lower movability and strength was now a giant weakness in his defence. Akira placed a fast strike to the mans right shoulder inbetween the joint poping the mans shoulder out. Akira then kicked the man swiftly in the face knocking him onto the ground in pain. Akira quickly left the house knowing that the man was going to lose any fights he entered in the tournament since he'll still be healing from the blow he recieved on the shoulder and knew that his employers bets as well as his own where sure to win if bet against him.

[The Enemy]

Here's my guy

Name: Dao-Jai Son (Dao)

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Fighting style: [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira]Capoeira[/URL] (resembles break dancing)

Appearence:[URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/07/TerryBogardKOF2003.jpg]Dao[/URL]

Personality: Usually pictures himself as above any other. He will fight anyone and everyone who wishs to. While fighting Dao has a habit of laughng and taunting his opponents. He has very few close friends and is generally a mysterious man, but those who know him know him as a fun loving man deathly devoted to his art.

Bio: Growing up in a shoddy home near new york his family had adopted him. He grew up with african parents who had learned the capoeira style from their parents and so they taught it to Dao. He learned faster than any they had even heard of, mastering move after move, strike after strike, until finally he mastered the style itself.

He now can move and fight as nothing more than pure reflex, while fighting a worthy adversary he tries his hardest and becomes all the more keen and lethal. He is known as a pro, some call him the dancing pro or the dancing fool as according to if they respect or hate him. Currently he fights for nothing more than fun, but it is slowly and surely angering those who bet against him.

First fight: Dao walked the crouded street, hetting strange looks from all. He eventually walked down a nearby alley as he walked he heard a low rumble, it got louder and louder until it was a full cheering croud. They huddled around an open area where 4 alley's met. The land was open and two fighters were locked in a grapple. Upon seeing the fight Dao let out a big laugh and the croud fell silent to looks at him with harsh glares.

Even the fighters nodded to each other then faced the new threat. "Will you face one of us?" asked one of the fighters. Dao nodded and walked into the make shift ring. The croud started a low cheer as the fighters circled each other, then one man in the croud called out "Now get him!" Dao grinned as over 10 other fighters ran at him. First he leapt at the man heoriginally challenged, in a diving fashion he caught himself on his hands and kicked he man in the face 3 times.

Then he pushed off and landed on his feet, he crouched and heaved forth a sweeping low kick, knocking 4 off their feet. Then he jumped up and back flipped kicking another 2 men and knocking them out cold. The 4 started to stant as Dao fell once again, he spin his legs and twisted his hips while heeping himself up with his hands. He kicked the knees of all 4 men, shattering the knees of 3 and dislocating the knee of the last. Only 5 left now, then slowed their attack and carefully walked forward. Dao finished off another two with a jumping round house, then he flipped to his hand and kicked a third in the head taking care of him aswell.


Only 2 left, they were angered by Dao's laughing and ran forward.Dao just laughed more and jumped into he air, he kicked one in the face and as he fell he elbowed the other aswell. The two dropped like flies and when he looked around, Dao realized that most of the croud was mad but not stupid. He walked away happy with his wins and grinned to himself as he thought of the upcoming tourney.