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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2020 13:49:38 GMT -4
Desmoshi had been waiting for this for weeks. He had everything set up and was going through the final list. Eight hundred pounds of popcorn- Check. 24 jugs of soda- Check. Hot wings and a variety of snacks- Check. Vegetable snacks for the vegetarians- check. Water- Check. Permission to secure common area- Check. Everything was ready for the Fight Night that Desmoshi planned with his sister. His dad, Jokai Haymaker, was about to face a heavyweight from the US, Moyd Fayweather. His dad been training for weeks for this match.
Mizuki, his twin sister, asked if there would be enough snacks for anyone who decided to watch with them. "Of course," Desmoshi replied, his smile beaming with confidence. "There's enough food to feed the entire dorm! I made sure that every need was met. And if there is something missing, we can always make it for them." Mizuki also asked him what if people didn't show up, commenting that he has already made attempts to make friends with his class with no avail. "If no one shows up then we donate it to the food bank or something," Desmoshi replied, reassuring his sister. "The idea is to get to know our classmates and teachers more. But I didn't want to force it on them." Desmoshi grabbed the remote, looking for the channel the fight was premiering on. "I want people to come on their free will. It maybe chance for people not just to get to know us, but each other as well."
Mizuki still held a look of worry on her face. "Listen, sis," Desmoshi continued with a smile. "I know people have issues with other and probably us. But I don't look at those things. I don't want to just unite 2-A. I want everyone to come together and get to know each other. Tonight, it is not about who is in what year. It's all about everyone being together." When he found the channel, he made sure to turn up the volume loud enough for those who would pass by to here, but not disturb those who were in their dorm rooms. "Besides, what better way for people to relax on their first week back than hanging out on a Saturday night."
As he and his sister, Desmoshi wondered how his dad would handle this fight. He was undefeated, but so was Moyd Fayweather. Fayweather was more of a slugger and had a mean left hook that left most opponents not being able to return to the ring. However, Desmoshi's dad was well versed in all boxing techniques, and his boxing stance even got the name "Mixing Style" due to the multiple stances and techniques he used. Man, this fight was going to be great!
After the sponsors and commercials for the fight had aired, the announcer came up to introduce the fight. "We have an exciting match for you here tonight folks," he started. "US Heavyweight boxer Moyd Fayweather has came all the way to Japan to challenge the undefeated local talent, Jokai Haymaker. This will be a match for the century! Two boxer with different styles will be meeting in the ring tonight!"
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Post by Kiersa on Apr 17, 2020 10:59:43 GMT -4
As Kiersa made her way back to the dorms from another session at the library, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she should try to follow Keiko-sensei's example and be more... combative. I mean, she was a Pro-Hero with a healing quirk like her own, and she wound up wielding a sword and wearing armour. Not exactly the first image that came to Kiersa's mind when she considered how to be a hero with her Quirk. The question of course was how? She definitely wanted to be of more use than she had been in the 1-B Combat training that was for sure...
The smell of food in the dorms commons area distracted her from her train of thought though. The blonde girl blinked as she had almost completely missed what looked like a setup for some sort of event. She scratched her head as she worked to recall if anything about this had been put up in the school notices, when it dawned on her that there had been something about watching some kind of sports match. Maybe this will give her some ideas on how to progress, and maybe meet some new people too.
"Umm... hello there. I'm Kiersa Bec, class 1-B." she said, introducing herself as she approached the older boy with the remote, bowing her head as she finished. "Is it okay to watch if I've no idea what's going on?" Kiersa asked carefully. She wasn't exactly that used to sports events, and she knew that some people could get a bit prickly about stuff like this if they thought a "noob" was watching as well.
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Post by Ray Haixiao on Apr 28, 2020 23:27:35 GMT -4
Ray threw his jacket on and began a long walk down the stairs toward the exit. He planned on slinking away to do some late-night training. He had shown up to school late and missed the beginning sessions and needed to do some work to catch up with the rest of them. Not to mention just to get a handle on things around here.
He put his hands in his pockets and strolled down the stairs with his eyes on the glass doors at the end of the hall. He made it halfway down when the sound of a TV echoed across the walls in the dorm room floors. It sounded like...a show...with an announcer. He slowed his pace and eased closer to the open doorway where the smell of food wafted out. Popcorn being the most abundant aroma to tingle the senses of any passerby.
The sound became more and more clear and it was a fight they were watching. He could make it out right before he stepped out in view of the doorway and looked it. It must have been an important one judging by the number of spectators he saw on the screen. So far there were a few people in there. Most of them he had yet to meet. He turned away and took another step towards the door but stopped as his foot touched the ground.
Changing his trajectory, he turned into the room, with his eyes glancing at the full array of snacks and hot wings laid out. Enough for more than just the whole dorm. "Seems like you're gearing up for a party," he said as he inched in and snagged a small plate with some wings and popcorn.
He made his way to the seats, next to the fairly fit student and an innocent-looking one."I'm Ray," he said and took a bit of a wing and swallowed. "So what do we got?" he asked gesturing his head nod towards the television.
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Post by Jess Circe on May 6, 2020 0:15:58 GMT -4
Like Jess was going to miss an event like this, a paid fight that had a private viewing to it? It was like a dream come true to the girl who loved brawling and enjoyed seeing those with skills higher than her own fighting each other, she could learn from it but also get wrapped up in the spirit of the sport and get hyped up with each dodge and landed blow. As such she was rather excited as she made her way to where the showing would take place. Moyd Fayweather sounded like a very odd name to her but she was rather unfamiliar with America other than their late showing to the second world war and enjoyment of cowboy hats along with culture she had picked up from VHS tapes she saw with dates ranging from 1960-2005, the Slavic girl knew nothing about the current state of affairs in that country. Wearing a black, graphic band t-shirt with rolled up sleeves and her normal trip pants she would clink down the hallways as Jess made her way towards the room where they would watch the fight. She wore her silver earrings today and also wore quite a few bracelets on her left forearm most of which were black leather and silver metal studded. Her soft, silver-white hair was up in a bun today and her red eyes were lined thinly with black on the top and a shade of purple just above black on the bottom. Her black steel toed, rubber heeled combat boots silently carried her to where the group was assembled for the event. " Would look like we have event in which men hit each other with fist to see who is better at getting punched" Jess would say answering the person who she did not know's answer as a form of introduction before following it up with an actual one. " Hello, am of Jess Circe, 1-A, of nice to be meeting you" her voice while a bit low was kind and cheerful as the girl made her way to the table with wings on it remembering the flyer's information and without feeling too much guilt retrieved a plate and put some of the hot wings with a bit of blue cheese dipping sauce in case it was too hot for her polish tongue. From there she would take a seat behind the other students, aware of how much space she would take up and not wanting to scare the others who had assembled there on that day. Of the three students sitting in that section Jess deduced that the son of the man fighting was the one with the most muscular status, one looked blonde and of another nationality and the other was unaware of what the event was thus it must be the remaining person by law of elimination and also physical resemblance. Thanks to this Jess would lean forward a bit and speak, " I hope your father kicks the buns of this Myod Desmoshi, even though am of just meet you am remember am in your corner for fight." [ WC: 519 ] |
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2020 22:19:56 GMT -4
One by one, the students filing into the common area as Mizuki and Desmoshi's eyes were glued to the screen. This was the fight the twins had been waiting for. The fight that would showcase what it truly meant to be a boxer. Jokai Haymaker versus Moyd Fayweather. People were calling it the fight of the century. It sucked that Desmoshi couldn’t be there to see it in person front and center. But he knew that school came first and he couldn’t put his hero training on hold. Plus, his mom was with him at the event. So there was at least one Haymaker at the event cheering his dad on. Not only that he was still cheering his dad from where he was sitting, and his dad knew that. The first student to walk up to the group was a blonde-haired girl with green eyes who introduced herself as Kiersa from the first-year group. “No need to worry,” Desmoshi responded to the young girl’s comment. “You can still watch, and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them.” It was nice to explain something he loved to someone who might not understand everything that was going on. It made Desmoshi feel… smart. The next student to arrive was a boy with messy brown hair and brown eyes who Desmoshi believed he had seen before. “Welcome, friend,” Desmoshi said with a smile as another female student with muscles entered the room. “I think this is the first time we had met. My name is Desmoshi Haymaker. Tonight is my dad’s night to fight in a boxing match in America. It was delayed due to the Sports Festival, but now it’s finally happening.”
The other student also took a seat behind the common room couch. She was definitely tall enough to see over the other students with no issues at all. She was a lot more muscular than Desmoshi would have imagined, but it didn’t bother him as much. She had long white hair and some visible scars as though she had fought her few shares of fights. “Well, Jess,” Desmoshi answered with a smile, “it is nice to meet you as well. I love this sport because it is more than just two people punching each other. It is all about technique and styles along with mental focus and well-built stamina. And thanks for the support. I am hoping my dad can keep up his streak.”
Just as Desmoshi finished the introductions, the announcer came back on. “Ladies and gentlemen this is a fight for the ages. Two undefeated men are entering the ring tonight for one of the best exhibition matches ever to be witnessed.” The screen put up two pictures. One of his dad and another one of Moyd Fayweather. He was a tall dark-skinned man with huge muscles and a small goatee. His head completely shaven and when he smiled for his picture, he was missing a few teeth. “Two undefeated boxers from different parts of the world will meet here tonight.”
Both fighter stats appeared on the screen displaying their records and other things that were important to the fans. “For the folks at home, here’s a rundown of both fighters’ history. Haymaker has over 70 undefeated fights under his belt. He very well versed in all boxing styles, being able to switch between multiples depending on the situation,” the announcer stated. “His contender, Fayweather, is versed in slugger boxing. He has the same record as Haymaker and has proven time and time again that the rock-paper-scissors theory does not apply to him. Especially with all that power and weight, each one of his swings is going to be devastating. It will be amazing to see what Haymaker can do against this.”
The screen then flashed to the ring. “Now we go live to the ring. Ted, the floor is yours!” On cue, a heavy-set bald man in a black suit entered into the ring with a microphone in hand. “Thank you, Dave. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. I will be your round announcer for this fight. Tonight we got a treat for you. Japan’s unstoppable dragon meets United States’ unmovable tiger! Both fighters have fought in multiple countries, including each other’s home countries. This is there first meeting! Who will win?!” And with an excited cheer from the crowd, the man yelled, “LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!”
Both fighters were in their corners, jumping up and down to loosen their muscles. “And in this corner,” Ted said pointing to Jokai, “wearing blue shorts and wieghing at 220 pounds. He’s fast! He’s lean! He’s a fighting machine! JOKAI HAAAAYMAKKKEEEER!” The crowd was on its and feet cheering to the top their lungs. “You got this, Dad!” Desmoshi yelled in excitement standing to his feet. Even if he was watching this from school, he was still going to cheer his father on. “And in this corner,” said Ted pointing at Fayweather, “wearing red shorts and weighing at a whopping 325 pounds! The Butcher of Boxers! The hungry beast! MOYD FAAAAAAAYYWEATHER!” The crowd was on their feet as they cheered on Fayweather. “And without further introductions, the referee will be taking the stage,” said Ted. “It is time to get this match underway!“ An older man who was short and stocky enter the ring dressed in a referee’s uniform. “I want a good clean fight,” the referee said for everyone to hear as the boxers met in the middle. “No hits below the belt! Anti-quirk Boxing Gloves must be kept on at all times! When you ready, touch gloves. When the bell, come out your corners and box.” Both men touch gloves and went back to their respective corners. At the sound of the bell, both men came out, their hands and gloves in a fighting stance. The match was underway!
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Post by Kiersa on May 22, 2020 13:05:08 GMT -4
Oh good, he was willing to help explain anything she didn't understand. That was a relief, especially since there was now more people attending to watch the event, including a fellow first year who looked like she could take part in the displayed match with ease.
Kiersa bowed her head towards Desmoshi, before she collected herself a plate, beginning to carefully select and arrange her food from the selection on offer. This was definitely a new sensation for the former maid as there was no cutlery on display, or even toothpick type utensils. It was all "finger food" as far as she was aware of the term for dining like this.
As the introductions began for the fight on the television, with the two boxers skill sets being announced, Kiersa tilted her head curiously. "S-Slugger boxing? I can't imagine that's a... pleasant type to face against..." she mused. "And what's the rock-paper-scissors theory h-he's talking about?" the naive blonde asked. She had an inkling as to what it might mean, based solely on the name of the game itself, but she could be entirely wrong since this was about boxing styles and such.
The difference in the two combatants weights however definitely confused the poor girl. "Umm... s-sorry, but shouldn't they be c-closer to the same w-weight for a match?" asked Kiersa, pondering if maybe the weight difference would have an impact on the fights outcome as well as the individual combatants abilities. Curious though that both fighters had Anti-Quirk gloves on. Which meant that there was technology or something along those lines that could nullify someone's abilities... That was definitely news to the girl.
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Post by Ray Haixiao on May 29, 2020 11:56:32 GMT -4
"Yeah, I just transferred in, so I'm new," he answered the other boy and nodded to the blonde girl as well. "Nice to meet the both of you too. What's your name?," he realized he had yet to make an introduction to the blonde girl sitting with them. The next thing he knew a muscular student plopped down behind them. Ray leaned to the side and put his arm on the back of the couch to look behind him at the new woman that was loading up on food. "Punching people in the face huh? Could be interesting."He was no slouch when it came to martial arts and combat, and once he really looked at the screen he realized it was a US boxing competition. "Well Jess. I'm Ray from class 2-b. Nice to meet you."
"You must hit the gym pretty hard," he quickly remarked about the woman's massive muscular definition. Then Desmoshi gave a break down of what was going on. "I'll be rooting for your old man then. Did you take up boxing too? I've watched a small amount of American boxing before. It seems to take an amazing amount of stamina." He had only watched a few but the ones he did, featured athletes that showed a dedication to fitness like few others. He then paused for a moment and looked at all the students around him, one blonde, one with silver hair, and one whose dad was already known to be American. He put a hand on his face and laughed, "Wait...are none of us Japanese." More of a comical convenience to point out than anything.
Ray smiled and looked up at Desmoshi's excitement. It was nice that even among all the hard work at the school, there was still time for this. He popped another boneless wing into his mouth and scarfed it down. Ray nearly choked on the wing hearing the weight difference. Once he forced it down he looked over at Kiersa, "It's a crazy weight difference. But I think once people get to a certain weight its just all of the above."He looked up at Desmoshi to verify as he was the boxing enthusiast but gave a quick answer just in case Desmoshi was caught up in the moment.
He couldn't answer the girl's other question about the theory or styles of it. But he did narrow his eyes at the mention of quirk restraining gloves. If those existed then it made apprehending criminals much easier. For now Ray dismissed it and leaned back to enjoy the fight. "Hey, Des...Your dad have a quirk too? IS that why they need those gloves?"
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Post by Jess Circe on Jun 9, 2020 17:57:16 GMT -4
In a joyful response the large girl would chirp, " Yes fight is of like form of art and both are painting on same canvas! Best of wishings to father, may his skill and training show on of stages!" The Slavic girl was never shy to express her own opinion when she felt that another had a wisdom in the subject she spoke of, the views of others helped her form a view of the world and an understanding she could not do on her own after all. " Nice to of meeting you as well Ray" Jess would reply with a warm smile lighting up her facial features and showing in her eyes. " Not as of hard as you would be thinkings" the Slavic girl would literally wave off the compliment with her left hand. " Am of Polish" Jess would say in response to the joking question about the group's origin as she began to focus in on the Main Event as it seemed the action was beginning to heat up. It could be highly possible that none of them were Japanese at all though to her it really didn't much matter other than dietary and silly notions of historical playful pride. The records of the fighters were nigh unbelievable, this truly was a clash of two titans on the screen and as Jess saw them enter she confirmed why simply due to their confidence in body language and fluid movements honed by training decades of muscle memory in the art. While the father of Desmoshi was lighter Jess wondered if that would translate to raw speed or if he would need to use that much skill to overcome the gap in size. This fight could go many ways, and rock paper scissors seemed like a good analogy for the match up in her opinion. The Polish girl's eyes would intently follow the action on the screen as they focused in on it to allow her brain to analyze the action to it's best ability. While Jess could allow most of the questions to be answered by their host, her overeager nature caused her to jump in after Kiersa's question on the weight difference with the speed of someone who was completely within their zone could do. " Theoretically being of yes but speed and of skill could overcome this difference, is true." Jess spoke rapidly like an automatic weapon as she awaited the bell which rang shortly after her words came out and a smile began to grow upon the students face as she would have the privilege of two master craftsman performing their art on this image box for her on this day. She beat out Ray's words by a hare's breath and the two would over cross a bit as she finished her words and he began his, not that it bothered her in the slightest as his opinions shed extra light on the short blurb she spat out. The question that the male posed to the other male would interest Jess as well so a bit of her focus to what Des had to say about the whole thing in general so she could learn more and shed some light on some questions that her subconscious was beginning to share with the odd teenager. There was quite a bit to the morality of a lot of situations and stripping one of their powers to even the playing field, while benign here, was still a question to be posed with that lens pressed upon it. Still it was a fun night and her brain would not devote too much on philosophy. [ WC: 602 ] |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2020 3:11:49 GMT -4
Desmoshi gave a smile at Kiersa's comment. "Actually, you are not too far off," Desmoshi said. "Sluggers focus more on power and ending their opponents with a TKO. However, it takes a lot of energy to do so." Desmoshi turned back to the TV as the two men began their dance in the ring. Both looked at each other, posed in a fighting stance, looking for an opening. "In boxing, there is the rock-paper-scissors theory. Basically, each stance counters the other. For boxing, a slugger beats a swarmer, who focuses on getting in close with quick attacks. However, they also lose out to out-boxers, boxers who focus on mobility and wearing down the opponent. My dad’s fighting style ignores that because he can switch between them.”
When Desmoshi finished his explanation, the first punch was thrown by Moyd. It seemed his dad had elected with the out-boxer stance for this, keeping his distance as best as he could and keeping out of his opponent’s reach. His dad responded with quick jabs to the side, which seem not to phase Moyd. Their footwork was on point, always constantly moving around and never staying still.
Ray asked if Desmoshi took up boxing. “Thanks for the root, man,” Desmoshi said with a smile. “Actually, I did take up boxing. I wanted to follow in my dad’s footsteps and use it my martial art as a hero.” Desmoshi thought back to the days when his dad would practice boxing techniques with himHe heard Ray introduce himself and ask were any of them Japanese. “Actually I am half Japanese,” Desmoshi stated. He pointed to the Japanese boxer fighting Moyd. “That guy there is my dad. He looks more like my sister than I do, but I look like my mom, who is American.”
Ray had also explained to Kiersa the weight difference. “Ray is actually right,” Desmoshi said. “When you reach a certain weight class, it really doesn’t matter how much the other weight at that point. Plus, my dad can handle it.” Desmoshi looked closely at the fight. In truth, he was getting worried. It seemed that none of his dad’s hits was getting through and Moyd was eating it up like it was nothing.
Jesse was saying a few things before her phone went off. She apologized and said she had to take a call, leaving the room. As she went into the other room, Ray asked if his dad was a quirker. “Yep,” Desmoshi answered. “In order to have a fair fight, all participants have to wear anti-quirker gloves. To be honest with you, Moyd is also a quirker as well. Not that either one of them needs their quirk to actually box.” If only Ray knew who his dad truly was. But for the time being, his secret was safe.
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Post by Kiersa on Jun 22, 2020 10:49:29 GMT -4
"A TKO?" the blonde girl asked, unfamiliar with the term. She nodded along though as both Ray and Desmoshi explained to her the situation regarding boxing weights, as well as the "three styles" for the sport that the rock paper scissors "rule" revolves around. It made a certain amount of sense... One style was raw power, one was multiple quick attacks and the third was mobility and attrition...
Kiersa gave a bow of her head towards Ray when he asked her for her name. "I'm Kiersa Bec, of Class 1-B. Pleasure to meet you senpai." she said as she introduced herself, giving a curtsey at the same time, although his next query was... a curious one. Although not completely surprising given that blonde hair wasn't exactly a common hair colour in Japan. "I was born and r-raised h-here in Japan. M-My father w-was Japanese, while m-my mother is French." she explained.
As they watched the fight, even the novice to fighting could tell that something was off. The larger man Moyd appeared to just be shrugging off each of Mister Haymakers punches like they were nothing. Even with the weight difference that shouldn't be possible, unless the man had a very high endurance level that bordered on the monstrous. At least from her perspective on things.
"Umm... h-how c-can they tell i-if the gloves are... Umm... w-well, working?" Kiersa asked of the group, considering the distinct possibility that Mister Fayweather may be in fact cheating somehow. Although she didn't want to straight up say it just in case she was missing something that was otherwise obvious to those familiar with the sport, such as Desmoshi and to an extent Ray.
Plus surely the judges and others in attendance at this match would have noticed if something wasn't working as it was meant to be. Right?
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Post by Ray Haixiao on Jun 30, 2020 2:03:32 GMT -4
"Oh. Uh...no need to call me senpai. Ray will do fine.
He nodded at the pleasant introduction from the Slavic girl. She dismissed his compliment but he could tell she was downplaying her own achievement. "Don't be so modest," he replied with a grin and looked back at the battle. The fight had begun and Kiersa was full of questions. Ray paid no mind to the rapid-fire response of the muscular woman and continued on with his sentence as he eased into the chair. She made a good point and he was already adding his own. Taking another mouthful of food as he finished.
"A solid choice. May as well take some of the expertise your father has and use it." He was beginning to note all the students at the school that had some form of martial arts training. It seemed to be the standard around here, to a degree. So one was slavic and the other two were half-Japanese. Still an odd mix for sure. "Ah, Guess I should have put two and two together," he commented about Des' Japanese dad, with a bit of laughter. "French huh...sounds classy,"
"Oh Des...does your sister also go to this school?"
Des spoke with confidence but Ray could see the fight was leaning against his dad's favor. Hopefully, the man could pull through and was going to deliver ana action-packed finish. At least for his son's sake. Des gave the explanation of the gloves and Kiersa followed it up with a question that turned Ray's attention back to Desmoshi.
Yeah, that's a good point.I'm sure they have a way. but it's pretty interesting that there are gloves that can suppress a quirk and used for entertainment. But that's a topic for another time probably," he waved it off and yielded to Kiersa's question. But he did wonder if a boxing organization could get their hands on something like that. Who else could?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2020 3:22:25 GMT -4
Desmoshi knew that this was going to be a long fight. Fayweather had talked to the press the other day about how he had been working out a regiment that increases the body’s mass to take heavier blows. But even his defense had to have a weak spot. It was just that his dad couldn’t find it.
Kiersa asked Desmoshi what TKO meant. “It means a Total Knockout,” Desmoshi said with a smile. “In boxing, the opponent can either try to knock out the opponent or score points which is determined by the judges.” His dad knew all the stances and he knew that the swarmer style wasn’t going to work on a slugger. Was he just testing the waters? Fayweather hasn’t even swung back yet and was keeping up a guard, not budging from the spot he stood at.
Ray apologized for not seeing the resemblance between his father and Desmoshi. “It’s all good man,” Desmoshi responded his eyes still glued to the screen. “Most people can’t tell that it’s my dad or not.” He pointed over to the purple-haired girl chatting with Yang. “My sister, Mizuki looks more like my dad than I do, even though we are twins. We’re just not identical is all.”
Desmoshi turned his attention back to the screen, seeing his dad still struggling to make his opponent buckle from his blows. Fayweather finally decided to move, seeing in an opening in Jokai’s defense. With a quick right hook to the rib cage, Fayweather delivered a devastating blow to the Haymaker, causing the latter to stumble back a bit. He knew his father was reeling from the hit, but Desmoshi knew that he had this.
“It seems that a devastating blow has been delivered to the Haymaker’s rib cage!” said the announcer in excitement. “Fayweather’s training seems to be paying off as Haymaker is unable to land a solid hit to make his opponent back down.” Fayweather rushed Haymaker down, delivering blows to the body while Haymaker kept his guard up through the assault. “Now Fayweather is on the attack. Blow after blow, Haymaker is attempting to weather through it, hoping to get an opening.”
Desmoshi knew what his dad was doing. Protect the chin. The body can handle a ton of blows before wearing down. But if the chin or face gets hit its game over. Kiersa posed a very interesting question about the quirk gloves, which Desmoshi happily replied. “The gloves are designed to keep the quirker’s power at bay. The judges have them hooked up wirelessly to a computer, which keeps an eye out if something fishy happens.”
He understood the girl’s concern about this. There have been incidents where boxers actually tried to go around the system in order to gain the upper hand. But this wasn’t the case, unfortunately. Desmoshi’s dad had his work cut out for him. The question was what his Dad's next move.
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Post by Kiersa on Jul 13, 2020 15:40:13 GMT -4
Kiersa nodded as the boxing terminology was explained to her some more, watching the match closely as she tried to observe how they fought and moved.
She very much doubted that she'd ever take up boxing itself during her time here at UA, but who knows? Watching the match at least and learning about the sport could come in handy down the line perhaps. And the footwork if nothing else could be useful for her own training.
The young blonde winced as Desmoshi's father took a heavy blow to the side, and proceeded to bite her lip as a veritable storm of attacks came rushing towards him from the much larger opponent. What was more painful to her though was the sheer amount of cheering going on at the sight of such power and brutality.
When Desmoshi explained that the gloves were observed by the judges at all times to make sure that no cheating happened, it did alleviate some of her concerns regarding the fairness of this fight. She was still curious how and where this sort of technology had come from though... But that was a question for another time.
This Slugger style definitely appeared to be quite brutal, judging from the onslaught alone. It was little wonder that it was considered a Total Knockout style for boxing if each punch had all that power in it. Which made Kiersa blink as a thought occurred to her and she began to watch not Desmoshi's dad, but Fayweather instead. In particular, the way he was swinging his fists.
"If... if each a-and every s-single p-punch has the s-same l-level of force b-behind it..." she began to ask, watching each blow carefully even as they rained down on their targets, "Then w-wouldn't that t-tire him out f-faster?" Kiersa asked, wondering if the larger boxer would reach a tiring point before the lighter one was knocked out...
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Post by Ray Haixiao on Jul 22, 2020 13:59:23 GMT -4
"Ah, I see the resemblance now," he remarked as Des pointed out the similarity to his sister. Yet the woman's purple hair was far unlike the Desmoshi's. "Twins must have been an interesting childhood. I don't have any siblings myself."
Ray leaned back in his seat as the fight went on. The blows poured in on Haymaker and Ray tilted his head away with a wince of his eye as if he had been punched. His attention drifted toward Desmoshi to see the reaction on him and how he was holding up seeing it all happen. The young man sat firmly in the belief in his father. Ray was not well versed in words of comfort and leaned forward with his hands on his knees to watch the fight closer. Trying to examine every step and pivot. It could serve as a good learning experience for him as well.
"Hooked up to a computer huh," he questioned aloud. Thinking about how that would feel and the progress that research had made into quick abilities. Although he still couldn't shake the prospect of cheating. He could easily see a paid-off judge fudging some results but that was a thought best kept to himself for now.
"You would think so," Ray responded. "My own quirk and fighting tactic is to take a lot of punishment. Almost all defense until I can get through or tire them out." He also said it in hopes that that was what Des's dad was trying to do. "What do you think," he asked Des. The son of the fighter would no doubt no more about his father's battle tactics.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2020 1:52:34 GMT -4
Desmoshi eyes were glued to the screen, but he heard everything that was being said. He put a hand to his chin as he thought about Ray's question. "It could be possible. It all depends. Fayweather is a slugger. So the more strength they put behind their punches, the faster they tire out. But it all depends on the person's training, especially if those blows are doing heavy damage."
Desmoshi nodded towards his dad on the screen. "As for my dad, he has switched to Outboxer stance, which is designed to keep out of the opponent's reach and capitalize on the opponent's mistake. Knowing so many stances are a good thing, but it can be a disadvantage. You would be more afraid of the guy who mastered stance than the one who mastered multiple." Desmoshi looked at his two classmates with a smile. "That's why my dad took pieces from each style and made his own."
To prove his point, his dad started to bob and weave out the opponent's hits, this time keeping an eye on him. If one were to look closely, they could actually see steam coming from Jokai's nostrils. "Dad's figured out the strength of his punches and where to hit him at," Desmoshi said with a smile. "Now the real fight starts." And right on cue, when Jokai dodged the last hit, he moved underneath and delivered several blows to Fayweather's ribs. The giant man stumbled back, surprised by the quick hits.
"It seems that Haymaker has found his second wind! The infamous Haymaker "Breathing Style" is now in full swing!" the announcer said with excitement. "Multiple hits to the ribs could cause some issues to Fayweather's stance." Haymaker wasn't done as he dodged another shot and delivered several shots to the temple. "Ooh, the temple is a major weak spot for a boxer. There is no doubt that Fayweather didn't feel that one!"
Just in case his classmates asked, Desmoshi explained, "Breathing style is an art we developed in our family. It allows us to focus on martial art and the stances that come with it. From there, we combine it with breathing techniques to increase our awareness and how quickly we can switch between stances. The steam you see is not from his quirk, but from the actual body temperature increase and intense breathing involved."
Desmoshi watched as his dad blew out more steam as though his body was on fire. Haymaker charged forward into a swarmer stance, swaying left to right, and started delivering blows from left to right in rapid succession. Each hit with a purpose and each hit meaning to take out the opponent. Fayweather stood tall taking each hit until the bell ring. "Round one is coming to a close!" The announcer yelled. "But it seems that both fighters are just getting started. Who will come out on top and keep their undefeated record?"
Desmoshi took a deep breath as both fighters went back to their corners. He looked at his classmates. "What do you guys think so far?"
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