Post by Mr. Kaar on Aug 22, 2006 0:29:40 GMT -8
Gym Max. A Gym in costa Masa California. Every Wednsday this young man makes his way down to the gym to get in some training, physical training. Usuelly he would stretch, then play fight with someone, then spar, but today he would going to put himself through his paces to see how far he had come since before. He had recently been working on how agile he was, stretching himself to the point of contortion, but not wuit there yet. Today tthe short, spikey, golden, blonde haired boy made his way to the area that was left open for him to train every wednsday, someone offered to spar with him but he shook his head with a smile. He stretched his legs, arms, shoulders, elbows, knees, ankles, fingers, neck, back, abdomen, hips. He wasn't in the modd to pull something in the middle of the rutene. Anyways, stepping to one end of the open area he took a deep breath.
'Here we go.'
He bent down low, his knees touching his shoulders as his hands fell down, then as if a spring had been closed and then released he jumped up and forward, a front flip, simple to begin, he landed kept momentum moving, he leaped forward a bit more closing the gap between him and the other end of the mat. Ye in this leap he went forward and landed on his hands, his wieght would then fall on him as his knees began to bend again. He would kick them upward and front handspring to his feet once more, he would then continue with his momentum and front flip once more, yet this time his body twisted in the air, making him change the direction in which he was facing. He would jump up and spin twice, coming down to throw a kick durring the spin as if he where to kick someone in the neck/shoulder area. He would continue with that momentum, as his right leg would swing down beside him, then under and behind, he would bend down lift off the ground and front flip into an axe kick.
He would come down in the air and land with his left, he would be dropping his right leg by now, but when he landed with his left leg, he bent it down to make it almost as if he didn't have the leg. His hands would brace the ground as the right leg made contact with the mat. All his momentum would be now forced down apon his muscles, yet being the toned and extreamly experted person he is, he was able to break right through it as if it where nothing, and keep his hands on the ground, he would lift his leggs into the air, holding himself in a handstand position for a moment. Then he would pull into a ball almost, and then spring up with his feet kicking hard into the air, his hands putting him into a spinning motion. As he came up and around he would pull out his right fist in a hail marry type punch as he landed on his feet. The punch had so much force applied to it, that it made him lift one foot off the ground again.
He stopped there a small crowed had fille din the gym as they watched him. Leon had been trying to start creating a fighting style that did nothing but utilize his momentum and the motion of the battle. Thsi would make the style very anti strength, and would make trying to make Leon himself adapt almost impossible, since thats all the martial art did. Adapting is the only way to truely control your aponent, if you force your apponent to adapt to you, you basicelly force them to adapt to your flow, your means of combat, and if you do this, you basicely control the whole fight. Well this was Leon's point of view in Martial Arts, but then some young punk walked onto the mat. Walking like some sort of gangta'. This was the worst of them all, not to mention this guy thought he was someone speciel. You could tell by the way he walked. Lets take a look and break this guys look down.
Jersey for some basketball team, which is 50 times too big and goes down to his knees. Pants that are worn around his thies, shoes that are basicelly untied, something on his head called a do rag or something, Leon thought they looked alot like black pantie hose.
so in walked Mr. gold tooth and he smiled all cocky like. He looked to Leon and said nothing. That smile still there shwoing off his gold tooth. He pointed and moved his fingers ina "Bring it." fashion. Thats abotu when Leon took off his red vest with the gold trimming. He looked to the guy unsure if he was bluffing or not, but everyone saw him make the challange, so Leon would not feel any guilt for knocking the holy living fuck out of this idiototic looking person. Though Leon had learned in his life never to underestimate someone, or even think they can't fight, no matter what they wear for clothing.
Soon after Leon figured he wasn't going to attack first he stood up straight and ran his thumb under his nose. Then he ran forward, this guy wasn't expecting the sort of speed he saw from this young man, but yet he still tried to counter Leon's charge, by throwing a wild right hand, that swung all the way out and around him in a blunt attempt to punch Leon. It was more like trying to drive his limp arm into him like a ball and chain medevil weapon. Leon spun to one side and drove his elbow into the side of the guys face, he turned to the side and went backwards, but before he could get completely out of rang and hit the floor, Leon front handspringed himself closer, but came down with the same axe kick he used in his little exercise before, when he crouched down and the guy was on the floor he could hardly breath. Leon decided not to take it any further and walked away, well tried to.
This guy had must of lost his mind from the elbow, because the next thing the guy did was reach his head up and say a single word towards Leon.
"Bitch."
Now I am unsure about you, but when you lose a fight, after asingle move non the less, you dont call the person who just layed you out a bitch. Exsspecielly when they dont take fights to a minimul event. So he didn't even turn around he jumped up and spun, and kept spinning until he was close to the ground, he spun at least 4 times in the air, and once he came to the ground his stomach would be facing the ground, his hands would of caught him, but his right leg would of landed right on the guys chest. The guy would finally lift and bend around the leg and what was this? His gold tooth launched from his mouth. This guy was down and in need of a doctor. Thats when Leon left.
'Here we go.'
He bent down low, his knees touching his shoulders as his hands fell down, then as if a spring had been closed and then released he jumped up and forward, a front flip, simple to begin, he landed kept momentum moving, he leaped forward a bit more closing the gap between him and the other end of the mat. Ye in this leap he went forward and landed on his hands, his wieght would then fall on him as his knees began to bend again. He would kick them upward and front handspring to his feet once more, he would then continue with his momentum and front flip once more, yet this time his body twisted in the air, making him change the direction in which he was facing. He would jump up and spin twice, coming down to throw a kick durring the spin as if he where to kick someone in the neck/shoulder area. He would continue with that momentum, as his right leg would swing down beside him, then under and behind, he would bend down lift off the ground and front flip into an axe kick.
He would come down in the air and land with his left, he would be dropping his right leg by now, but when he landed with his left leg, he bent it down to make it almost as if he didn't have the leg. His hands would brace the ground as the right leg made contact with the mat. All his momentum would be now forced down apon his muscles, yet being the toned and extreamly experted person he is, he was able to break right through it as if it where nothing, and keep his hands on the ground, he would lift his leggs into the air, holding himself in a handstand position for a moment. Then he would pull into a ball almost, and then spring up with his feet kicking hard into the air, his hands putting him into a spinning motion. As he came up and around he would pull out his right fist in a hail marry type punch as he landed on his feet. The punch had so much force applied to it, that it made him lift one foot off the ground again.
He stopped there a small crowed had fille din the gym as they watched him. Leon had been trying to start creating a fighting style that did nothing but utilize his momentum and the motion of the battle. Thsi would make the style very anti strength, and would make trying to make Leon himself adapt almost impossible, since thats all the martial art did. Adapting is the only way to truely control your aponent, if you force your apponent to adapt to you, you basicelly force them to adapt to your flow, your means of combat, and if you do this, you basicely control the whole fight. Well this was Leon's point of view in Martial Arts, but then some young punk walked onto the mat. Walking like some sort of gangta'. This was the worst of them all, not to mention this guy thought he was someone speciel. You could tell by the way he walked. Lets take a look and break this guys look down.
Jersey for some basketball team, which is 50 times too big and goes down to his knees. Pants that are worn around his thies, shoes that are basicelly untied, something on his head called a do rag or something, Leon thought they looked alot like black pantie hose.
so in walked Mr. gold tooth and he smiled all cocky like. He looked to Leon and said nothing. That smile still there shwoing off his gold tooth. He pointed and moved his fingers ina "Bring it." fashion. Thats abotu when Leon took off his red vest with the gold trimming. He looked to the guy unsure if he was bluffing or not, but everyone saw him make the challange, so Leon would not feel any guilt for knocking the holy living fuck out of this idiototic looking person. Though Leon had learned in his life never to underestimate someone, or even think they can't fight, no matter what they wear for clothing.
Soon after Leon figured he wasn't going to attack first he stood up straight and ran his thumb under his nose. Then he ran forward, this guy wasn't expecting the sort of speed he saw from this young man, but yet he still tried to counter Leon's charge, by throwing a wild right hand, that swung all the way out and around him in a blunt attempt to punch Leon. It was more like trying to drive his limp arm into him like a ball and chain medevil weapon. Leon spun to one side and drove his elbow into the side of the guys face, he turned to the side and went backwards, but before he could get completely out of rang and hit the floor, Leon front handspringed himself closer, but came down with the same axe kick he used in his little exercise before, when he crouched down and the guy was on the floor he could hardly breath. Leon decided not to take it any further and walked away, well tried to.
This guy had must of lost his mind from the elbow, because the next thing the guy did was reach his head up and say a single word towards Leon.
"Bitch."
Now I am unsure about you, but when you lose a fight, after asingle move non the less, you dont call the person who just layed you out a bitch. Exsspecielly when they dont take fights to a minimul event. So he didn't even turn around he jumped up and spun, and kept spinning until he was close to the ground, he spun at least 4 times in the air, and once he came to the ground his stomach would be facing the ground, his hands would of caught him, but his right leg would of landed right on the guys chest. The guy would finally lift and bend around the leg and what was this? His gold tooth launched from his mouth. This guy was down and in need of a doctor. Thats when Leon left.