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| Ox King | Aug 18 2016, 06:12 PM Post #1 |
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Dear Mr Ox We have been watching. From your deeds in your bank, to Greenville, to your decisive contribution in the Topa Topa revolution. We bear an offer you cannot refuse. ~ The Crimson Fists Ox read the letter again, and folded it up and pushed it back inside his pocket. He had followed the location provided, finding himself in a seemingly sleepy city. He had consulted with Master Roshi about this already, and learned that the Crimson Fists were an infamous underground fighting operation. Ox could guess why the Crimson Fists had contacted him, wanting him to partake in their fighting competition, but Ox was there to meet them for a different reason. The drug baron who infused the fighters with mind-warping body-enhancing drugs, Fayzr, had caused a drug ring that had corrupted and harmed this once innocent city. It was dark, and Ox stood in the middle of an empty street, his ten foot hulking figure leaning against the wall. He still wore his white shirt and trousers, and his horned hat, but his exposed arms looked more defined, his body more hardened, he had an air of confidence and purpose about him. He did not bear the look of a cuddly old grandfather. Already something more was beginning to take shape. But he was not quite there yet. The past few weeks had been trying, both physically under the training of Master Roshi, and emotionally with the fiasco at Topa Topa island, in which he succeeded in aiding a rebellion of the townsfolk, but a rebellion that ended in mob rule and Ox having to escape with the dictator he was trying to overthrow. Still, there was something thrilling about it. For so long, for decades, he had been relegated to the position of cuddly grandfather and resident goofball. And to be fair, even in his youth he was a hothead who often did not think things through. The caress of time could change many things. Years of living had gifted him with a certain worldliness, the ability to think things through slowly and carefully, and to be slow to anger. And in all those years he stopped fighting, one could not say they had all gone to waste, for he finally discovered the joy of reading, developing an informed and more robust mind that he lacked in his younger days. Ox was brought out of his train of thought as a figure walked towards him, and eventually stepping into the gaze of a nearby street light. He was well-dressed, especially for someone associated with an underground fighting operation, he had dark hair and stood at around six foot. He looked up at Ox, "Well you're a big one aren't you," the man chuckled, turned around and beckoned to Ox, "Follow me." Ox said nothing, only nodding as they made their way through back alleys and various turns left and right, before stopping at a telephone box. The man stepped into the telephone box, before gesturing to Ox, "Well, come in." Ox stared at the man in disbelief. How in the world was he supposed to cram in his huge mass with this guy. "Pfft, you're no fun. Dial 0101 once you're inside." The man closed the door and did so himself, and Ox looked in shock as the man began to sink into the ground in the telephone box, before disappeared out of view. About twenty seconds later, the floor of the telephone box returned, and Ox crammed himself inside, dialling '0101' as instructed. And just the same, the floor of the telephone box began to sink, and as could be guessed by now was a secret elevator that took Ox underground. When Master Roshi said this was an 'underground' fighting operation, I did not think literally... As Ox descended, he was met with the sound of shouts and cheers, and stepping out he was in a huge room filled with people, and in the centre there was a fight going on, a large 15x15m area that was surrounded by a cage... Two men were wrestling on the ground, fighting for their lives as one drove his thumb into the other's eye, making him scream in pain. Ox grimaced, while the man who had led him down was pulling Ox away to a side room. "I'm Ranulf by the way." "Ox." "Well yes, I know who you are." There were two chairs in this side room, and a table. Ranulf sat on one, and gestured to Ox to sit down, which Ox did. "Speaking of names. We know many things about you, and one thing that strikes me as odd is how you keep calling yourself, just, "Ox". We've seen this in your official papers, and then in also how you just introduce yourself. And yet, with a bit of background reading, shouldn't it be, Ox King?" "I'm not king over anything, not anymore," Ox leaned forward, "Can we move onto the fighting?" "Well let's just put this out of the way, simply the name 'Ox' is a bit boring, now Ox King, that's a real fighting name! If you're going to be fighting here, you'll be using that name, understood? Good. As for the fighting, your first match is in ten minutes." Ranulf smiled, expecting Ox to show some hint of surprise or shock, or if he was lucky, just a little smidge of fear. Ox remained expressionless however, and simply stood up. "Good." Ranulf grinned, and escorted Ox outside of the room, and made way for them both to the front of the crowd, watching the cage fight that was now taking place. The man whose eye had been thumbed was now strangling his opponent, as blood poured out from his eye wound. His opponent on the ground struggled for about a minute, hitting out at his assailant to try and push him off, but to no avail. The now one-eyed man smirked with satisfaction as he watched the life drain out of his opponent's eyes. Ranulf opened the cage door and entered as he watched the man die, clapping his hands before grabbing the murderer's arm and lifting it into the air, producing a mike from his pocket and shouting to the crowd, "Aaaand the Tiger Prince is our winner! Now, who better to face the Tiger Prince than our newest addition to the Crimson Fists... get ready folks, you're in for a treat, he's a big one, and he hasn't even taken any 'roids! Introducing... the Ox King!" The crowd erupted in cheers, as Ox stepped inside the cage. Ranulf gestured to Ox to take off his shirt, and Ox sighed before complying to reveal his toned mass. Despite training with Master Roshi, he still had a slight belly, though it was more of the sumo wrestler kind than the couch potato one. His muscles were defined, and he towered over his opponent, standing at ten feet. The Tiger Prince must have thought he was pretty tall, standing at seven feet himself, but merely smirked as he saw his new challenger arrive. Blood still dripped from the Tiger Prince's left eye, and as it trickled down to his mouth he licked his lips and grinned. Ox was unmoved, however, and brought his right foot forward and left foot back as he readied for combat. Ranulf raised his hand in the air, before bringing it down with a chop to signal the battle had begun, walking out of the cage to let the two at it. The Tiger Prince remained still, not even in a fighting pose as he eyed his opponent. Ox was also motionless, and the crowd too was silent as the tension rose in the room. And then in a split second, the Tiger Prince jolted forward, his right fist coming up for an uppercut aimed at Ox's jaw. Ox had to move quickly, and brought up his arm to defend himself from the uppercut. After Ox had done so however, the Prince then twisted around, jumping as he launched a kick at Ox's right cheek. The kick connected, and with it, the crowds erupted into noise. Ox felt his face smacked to the left, and he quickly steadied himself as he returned a punch of his own. The Prince defended it however, and soon the two were engaged in rapid hand-to-hand combat. Weaving this way and that, the Prince thought he was lucky to have such a big target, but found himself increasingly frustrated with Ox's own surprising speed and agility. They began to settle into a steady pace, one right jab to Ox's jaw, dodged, followed by a kick to Prince's midriff, blocked. And then, without warning, Ox's next jab came faster and harder than before, his arm glowing with blue ki energy. The Tiger Prince brought up an arm to defend himself, but Ox's ki-imbued attack was too strong to block so casually, knocking aside the block as it shot forward to the Prince's face and knocked him clean off his feet. Ox did not waste a moment as he leapt in the air as Prince fell, landing on top of him, as Prince let out a grunt from the huge weight. Ox then began pummelling Prince's face, though avoiding Prince's last remaining eye, because, well, that would be harsh. His opponent had no opportunity to fight back as his face was met with a flurry of repeating jabs, until finally his head rocked back one last time and was left unconscious. The crowd began cheering "Ox King, Ox King, Ox King!" Ranulf opened the cage door again, "Ah, we have a winner," grabbing Ox's hand and lifting up, "The one, the only, the mighty Ox King! Very well, the guards can take away this Tiger 'prince'." Ranulf led Ox from the cage, away from the crowd and to a small room with bunker beds. "Rest up, big guy. Tomorrow Fayzr will be here in person, and he's bringing his champion. Hehe, good luck with that." WC: 1,668 |
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| Ox King | Aug 18 2016, 06:14 PM Post #2 |
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"GODZILLA! GODZILLA! GODZILLA! GODZILLA!" Ox watched the crowd chant, as he stood in the ring the next evening waiting for his opponent. Even bigger crowds had turned out to see their champion crush another challenger. There was a viewing station above them, which had blacked out glass windows, and Ox knew Fayzr would be in there to watch his champion's performance. Ox had not seen his opponent yet, but guessing by the name 'Godzilla', he did not have his hopes up for a pipsqueak. The crowd went wild as the doors were opened on the other side of the room, and a huge figure walked out. And by huge, huge even by Ox's standards. He was barechested, as Ox was himself, though was bald, and as he entered the cage Ox could truly judge his height. Ox found himself looking up at someone for the first time he could remember in his adult life. This 'man' was at least fifteen feet tall, and his eyes looked crazed, it was like there was nothing behind them. Sticking out of the giant's back were huge syringes, tied around his waist with belts, constantly pouring his body with chems, which Ox was sure were provided by none other than Fayzr. "Oh ladies and gentlemen do we have a show tonight!" Ranulf was in the cage now, addressing the crowd, "Tonight it's the battle of the titans! Giant vs giant, old vs new, champion vs rookie. Here we have our very own undefeated champion, the unstoppable, the monstrous, the merciless, GOZILLAAAAA. And our newcomer, brimming with potential, the new kid on the block, who swept the floor with the formidable Tiger Prince last night... THE OX KIIIING. Challengers, take your positions... Fight!" The entire time Ox and Godzilla had been locked in a stare. Ox was trying to suss out his opponent, but could not read him. It was strange, until he saw saliva dripping from Godzilla's mouth. My word... He's gone. His huge opponent bore long nails that had been sharpened into claws, and stood there heavily breathing. It seemed like he had difficulty breathing almost, perhaps a side-effect of the drugs he was being injected with constantly, and his body that was far too large to be naturally caused. Godzilla was itching for a fight, but even after Ranulf had given the signal to go, he stood there still, salivating and staring at Ox. Well, better get this over with. Ox charged at his opponent, growling as he raised his right fist and leapt into the air to strike down at the giant's face. Godzilla still remained still, his breaths only getting heavier and faster as he stared down his challenger. Ox's fist smacked against Godzilla's left cheek, and Godzilla's face was turned to the right. The giant's body was not moved an inch however. And Ox's eyes widened in shock as he suddenly felt resistance against his right fist. Godzilla was pushing back, with his cheek, pushing Ox's fist back as his head corrected itself and looked straight on again, to look Ox straight in the eyes. Ox had no time to react, as while in mid-air, his opponent suddenly sprang into action, grabbing Ox and smashing him against the ground. And then the pummelling began. Ox grunted and yelled as he was knocked again and again, and then ripped into with claws, in the torso, and then in the face. He coughed up blood as he felt his body battered, bruised and sliced open. Godzilla certainly lived up to the name. He was strong, too strong, and Ox could not defend himself as the attacks continued. His mind was battling for consciousness, yet he could feel it slipping away bit by bit. And if he did fall unconscious, what then? He did not foresee this Godzilla, who Ranulf called 'merciless', ever stop beating him to a pulp. Ox would be killed for sure. Ox needed to act quickly. He was facing a brute. Perhaps he could be distracted somehow? Ox raised a hand, calling upon his ki energy once again, lighting up his hand with a brilliant blue aura. Rather than futilely try and hit his assailant however, he then began to wave his glowing hand from left to right, trying to speak amid the punches and blows he had to deal with, "L-Look!" Ox's glowing right hand continued to move around, and began outlining a circle, and the residual ki energy that was left in the air was visible temporarily so that a circle could be seen. His assailant stopped for a moment to look at what Ox was doing, following his finger left and right as he moved it around to draw a pretend image. Ox could not count on his brutish opponent to be overly stupid for too long, and seized on the brief reprieve from his pummelling that he had gained for himself. Using every ounce of strength and adrenalin he had left, he got up as quickly as he could, and ran to the other side of the cage to regain his strength. The crowd was booing as Ox leaned forward, his hands on his knees as he threw up blood. His left eye was completely swollen and he could not see out of it, his face was a mess, and his chest one too. He looked up at Godzilla, who roared in rage at his escape, and Ox stood up straight again, panting. How was he supposed to defeat this brute? Ox charged at his opponent once more, this time with a leap at the last minute and a roundhouse kick to the belly. His opponent did nothing, as the first time, and Ox grit his teeth as his foot connected, and did nothing. He was then grabbed and thrown into the cage wall. Again Ox stood up, he had to think, what was this guy's weakness? He remembered at the beginning, and even now, his opponent's heavy breathing. Lung problems? Ox charged forward once more, this time his fist coming forward to strike Godzilla straight in the chest, directly above his left lung. And his opponent, again, remained standing still, confident that Ox would not be able to hurt him. This time, the monster was wrong. Ox's fist was covered with blue ki energy as he made contact, and connected with a loud thud. The beast was suddenly taken aback, and clutched his chest, his breathing suddenly becoming heavier, and starting to wheeze. Ox wasted no time, following it up with another ki-embued strike to the chest, this time targeting the right lung. It landed with another loud thud, and his opponent's other hand came up to clutch the other side of his chest, as he struggled for breath. And then, in a matter of moments, Godzilla fell backwards, and came crashing to the ground. There was no room to catch one's breath, despite Ox's many injuries, which made him feel on the edge of collapse. He pounced on the fallen beast, and began pummelling Godzilla in the chest, directly above his lungs. Godzilla roared and yelled, that is, he would have, if he had any breath left. With each strike he found it harder to breathe. And then, with one strike, his lungs finally gave way and collapsed entirely. Godzilla could no longer breathe. And Ox relented. Ox stood up, to a silent crowd in disbelief at what they had just witnessed. And then erupted into cheers. Regardless of who they had supported at the beginning, they were now all rooting for Ox. Everyone loves a comeback story, and to see Ox on the precipice of death, and then to come back and defeat the undisputed champion was something they would remember for a long time. As Ox heard them chant his name, his chest swelled with pride. Maybe he could get used to this. But then he remembered the lives lost in this bloodsport, and this innocent town that was transformed into a den for drug lords and criminals. No, he could not allow this place to continue. As his adrenalin began to wind down, his pain flared up, and his gashes and bruises suddenly became vividly present to him. Ox's vision became blurry, and he did not even register the arrival of Ranulf, and one other figure who had joined the stage. He blankly stared as his arm was lifted by Ranulf, and could faintly hear him shout to the crowd, "What a match! What a spectacle! The underdog wins! If it were legal this would be all over the papers, folks! The new Champion is the one, the only, the Ox King!" Ox turned to Ranulf, gesturing to the fallen giant he had taken down, trying to speak over the deafening pain coursing through his body, "H-He needs medical attention, quick." "No he doesn't." This was not Ranulf's voice, Ox looked confusedly around him. It was the other figure who had entered the cage. He came closer to reveal a smartly dressed man in a three-piece suit, with slicked back black hair. The man walked over to Godzilla, who was struggling for breath on the floor. The man then produced a gun from his coat pocket, and shot the fallen giant three times in the head. Ox's adrenalin levels all of a sudden began rising again, his eyes widening at what he had just witnessed. The man walked back towards Ox. "When your prize horse can't compete anymore, you have to put them down. Shame." The man continued, "And you've probably guessed. I'm Fayzr. You look quite tired, in a lot of pain, are you? I can fix that." Ox tried to protest, but was too weak to do so, as Fayzr produced a syringe from his pocket, and jabbed it into Ox's arm. Ox's vision suddenly became clear again... crystal clear. He felt his heart racing, his pain ceasing entirely, just a cold fuzzy feeling all around him. It felt blissful. And he felt his muscles bulge and become larger, his strength increasing too. Ox could certainly understand why the other fighters liked this drug, but he knew that too much and he would end up like the mindless opponent he just faced. "It feels good, doesn't it," Fayzr continued, "Come, follow me, let's discuss terms, my new champion. Bloody good job you did there. Keep up performances like that and you can have anything you've ever wanted." Fayzr walked out the cage, and the now rejuvenated, numbed Ox followed behind. The crowd were chanting Ox's name, their hearts fixed on a new favourite fighter. As Ox walked, he saw a man filming with his phone, and Ox grabbed it as he walked past, shoving it into his trousers pocket, the man's protests drowned out by the cheers of the now adoring crowd. Ox followed Fayzr up some stairs and into the special viewing station that was closed off to others. Inside was a table with two chairs. Fayzr had two armed bodyguards that stood by the door, and he and Ox then sat at the table. "So, Ox King, you really put on a show back there. You will be rewarded handsomely." "Thank you, sir. So what now?" "I supply the drugs myself, you see, performance-enhancers, growth enhancers, all sorts of chems. We've even been experimenting with drugs that can enhance your ki abilities. When it comes to growth though, oh look at you, you're already over 10 feet tall. With our drug, you could be twenty, maybe twenty-five feet tall. Now that would draw the crowds. And a shame you had to see what I did to Gozilla there. I killed him because he was no longer effective, I was putting him out of his misery really." Now, one side-effect of the drug that was running through Ox's veins is that it made him restless, and impatient. And under the table, Ox had recorded everything Fayzr had said with his newly acquired phone. That was enough. Now was the time to act and get out of here. "I can see why your fighters get hooked to these drugs," Ox grinned and leaned in closer, his mind a bit delirious from the chemicals running through his veins, "This stuff is good. It's just too damn good." And with that, Ox suddenly jumped to his feet, throwing the table over as he did so. Fayzr gasped and tried to pull out a pistol, only to be struck in the head by Ox's fist, knocked out. Ox then turned to the two guards, who had managed to pull out their guns. Ox charged at them while they fired their weapons at him. As Ox ran, his body shook and quaked as bullets struck him in his shoulders, abdomen and thighs. The great thing about this drug, however, was that Ox did not feel a thing. Ox laughed in delight, revelling at his newfound sense of invincibility and delighting in the battle he had now. For all the morals and heroics, it sure felt good to just fight. Ox's fist came forward to smack one guard round the face, and then his leg came round to smash into the other around the head, knocking both out cold. Ox panted, and looked down at his own body, blood seeping from wounds, though he noted that none had pierced critical organs. Without these drugs however, he would surely be on the ground now, paralysed by the sheer pain. Ox strode over to Fayzr's unconscious body, picking him up and placing him over his shoulder. He then turned and walked out, coming back down to the crowd of people. He casually walked behind them, and the crowd did not notice as they were all focussed on the next fight taking place, with the usual cheers and boos that accompanied it. Ox picked up the pace however as he saw Ranulf turn his head from the corner of his eye. Ranulf was down near the cage, but clearly had been watching for any activity from Fayzr's room. Ranulf was now frantically calling for the other security guards in the room, and drew his pistol as he began pushing his way through the crowds to get to Ox. Ox crammed himself and Fayzr into the elevator, coming out of the telephone box back overground and onto the street. It was late into the night, the air carrying a distinct biting chill. Ox could hear shouts behind him, and looked at the cars parked around him. His hand reached to his shoulder and rummaged through the unconscious Fayzr's jacket pocket, and Ox smiled as he felt car keys. Taking them out, he pressed the unlock button, and followed the noise. Ox grinned as he located the source of the noise; a Bentley. Opening the front door, he threw Fayzr into the passenger seat, as he climbed in himself. It was quite the squeeze, Ox finding himself bending his knees much more than he would have liked, looking quite ridiculous crammed into such a small space. Ranulf and his goons came running out, and began firing at Ox in the car. Ox turned the ignition and quickly drove off, while Ranulf and the others also got into their cars and gave chase. Ox quickly left the back alleys and came onto the main road, as Ranulf and his boys also followed. Ox's heart was racing, he looked in the mirror at Ranulf, who was hanging out of his car window and firing his weapon. Lucky for Ox, Fayzr's car had bulletproof windows. Ox took a sharp right turn, and one of the goons who was following tried to do the same, but crashed into the wall. Ranulf continued the chase however, staying with Ox as he sped down the road. Ox smiled as he saw his desired destination come up in the distance. The police station. As Ox neared the station, he suddenly lost control as Ranulf fired a shot. While Fayzr's windows were bulletproof, his tires were not. Ox turned the steering wheel this way and that, trying hopelessly to correct himself. The car veered to the left, skidding along before finally coming to a stop, right outside the police station. Ox opened the door under gunfire, dragging Fayzr out and running into the police station. He was greeted by shocked looks and policemen hurriedly grabbing their weapons to fend off the goons. Ox smirked as Ranulf turned his car around, and him and the rest of his goons retreated. The police recognised Fayzr immediately, and one looked to Ox in shock, "Why have you brought him here? We have nothing on him, we've been trying for years." "Yes, they have nothing on me." Fayzr had regained his consciousness, and looked up to Ox with a smirk. Ox took the phone out of his pocket, and played his recording, Fayzr and the police widening their eyes in shock as they heard Fayzr confessing to murder and his drug business. "Doesn't sound like nothing to me." The policeman gave a nod of thanks, pinning Fayzr to the ground and cuffing him. With Fayzr gone, the financial and chemical source of the Crimson Fists was now gone. And without him, they were nothing, and sure to crumble. Another policeman then approached Ox cautiously, looking him up and down, "Uhh, hey buddy, I think you need to get to a hospital." "Huh?" Ox looked down at himself to see his boy covered in blood, with various cuts, slashes, bruises and gunshot wounds. Fayzr's drug had allowed him to feel no pain, and he studied his body with curiosity. And then, with a thud, Ox fell to the ground unconscious, his body having lost too much blood. He would wake up in the hospital a few days later to find himself stitched up and on the way to a full recovery, and the Crimson Fists well and truly gone. WC: 2,989 TWC: 4,657 |
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