Rated R vs Sephirim 1st round Kumite

A man dressed in an all black armani tailored suit wearing glasses with a small micro transmitter in his ear arrives at a nightclub in inner city Japan.  He has an encrypted voice recorder detailing a full contact martial arts tournament called "The Kumite."  He walks through the line past the bouncer with no hesitation and makes his way to the rear of the club.  Once he is in the presence of the feared and respected Kobayashi he bows and hands him the device.

 At the same time across the ocean is a centuries old Roman Warship captained by an old man who looked as if he had never stepped foot in the modern world.  The ship sailed parallel to a rocky cliff that contained a immaculate mansion stationed at its peak.  The man places what looks to be an envelope to the claw of an enormous eagle.  He sets the bird free to fly toward the mansion where it drops the envelope at the front door, it’s addressed to a Sephirim........

Your battle will take place atop Iglesia de los Jeronimos Church located in Madrid, may you fight well.

Sephirim trained hard for this tournament, he worked twice as hard as he usually does to create a body strong enough to last through a series of intense battles. he worked every inch of his body to the max,  he worked out every limb and practiced every technique to perfection so he would be able to last in the tournament. he knew he was not able to use his energy for this tournament so he had no choice but to work on his martial arts skills. he trained in many different variates of countries such as Brazil and Asia to gain more knowledge for his fighting skills. He wanted to be as ready for this tournament as he could possibly be.

Sephirim had a positive mind frame towards this tournament, he thought to himself that he would be able to breeze through this tournament without ease,that know one would be able to stop him, that he would become an elite martial artist known by everyone throughout the vine. He did not let his arrogance get in front of him though, he knew that he would have to go through some hardships to win this battle. he prayed to the gods above to give him the strength to fight through this kumite tournament and come out the champion.

Sephirim had received a letter stating who he was going to battle in the first round of the tournament, his name was R rated or something of the sort. seph never heard of RR before and thought the name didn't sound do powerful, he pictured a scrawny  fragile tall dude that couldn't throw a straight punch for crap. Sephirim was cocky already because of the name of his opponent  but he tried not to let that get to him. Sephirim wondered what his opponent was going to be like. and where will there battle be held.

Sephirim had just waken up, he looked horrible, his eyes ere puffy, he had crust in his eyes, they were also puffy,his breath smelled like digested feces, his hair was a mess,he just looked awful. he laid in his bed trying to gain consciousness from such a relaxing sleep, his vision was blurry, and his body was weak. He rubbed his face mainly between his eyes and gave a big yawn, he was ready for the day.

Sephirim stood up from his soft comfortable mattress lazily and began to fix the sheets neatly on his bed. he then went down the steps of his flashy home and went into his bright white bathroom,filled with the smell of  fresh dove soap. he began to brush his teeth roughly making sure he got all of the plaque off of his teeth. he then undressed and jump into the shower. he washed himself making sure every dead skin cell and dirt particle was off of his body, this process took about 45 minutes.

Sephirim then went into his kitchen with a black robe, he searched his kitchen for food. He couldn't find anything interesting to eat so he fixed a bowl of captain crunch and went into the living room to turn on the tv. the morning show was on  announcing the weather for today. Sephirim was not interested in that so he turned the tv off. As he sat on the couch eating his captain crunch he notices a bird fly to his porch, he saw it through a small oval shaped window that was built into his door.

Sephirim walked towards the door quickly and saw a white envelope on the floor, he picked up the envelope nd ran into his living room excitingly and opened the envelope. It said Your battle will take place atop Iglesia de los Jeronimos Church located in Madrid, may you fight well.Sephirim was excited by this letter, he awaited its arrival since yesterday, he couldn't wait to go to the location and fight his opponent.

Sephirim went upstairs into his room and prepared his battle gear, it contained black  gloves ,a black vest, a silver headband,black  shoes, and black shorts.in a haste, Sephirim put his gear on ,he ran down stairs and put his bowl in the sink and left his house forgeting to lock the door.

The location arrival

Sephirim arrived in mandrid, it was a beautiful sight, the sky was clear and blue, the sun gleamed a bright red orange that would blind you if you looked directly into it.. The air was hot, but when the wind blew it gave a nice soothing breeze, the trees were beautiful and green, unharmed by pollution it seemed. the ground Surface Seemed primitive, there was no concrete, just rocks,soil and sand.the houses looked primitive but yet well developed,they seemed unstable but beautiful to live in. the air smelled gasoline free and fresh . a rare smell that a city would get.

Sephirim walked around exploring the area asking for directions to the church. Sephirim had never heard of Madrid actually he looked up direction on google to find his way here. he also never heard of the church that he was going to, he didn't know the language of this place or anything. He basically went around asking everyone where was the nearest church like an idiot. People replied to him in a Unknown language causing aggravation in his soul.

Sh!t where is this stupid church?


Sephirim walked for miles to find a church, it looked  divine.pure and holy, surrounded by beautiful bright colored flowers. Sephirim was angered , he  wasn't to sure about the place, there could be many other churches out in madrid. Sephirim just waited there until anyone out of the ordinary would pop up.


Sh!t

Kobayashi had arrived in  lovely  several days before his scheduled match arrogantly enjoying the famous nightlife of the Spanish city. Confident in his already impressive skill set the man more commonly known as, “The Rated R Superstar.” partied the nights away while waking up to a different lady every morning. Most of his days where spent at the Las Ventas Bullfighting stadium where he studied not only the elegant art form of the sport, but the savage and brutal aspect of it as well. He loved the raw uncontrolled rage of the Bull and found himself cheering when ever an unfortunate Matador was caught on the business end of the animal. But he also loved the showmanship of it all. The ability to perform in the face of death while presenting yourself as confident and graceful. Anyone can dodge an opponent given enough time, but only the most calm and graceful of fighters can wait until they are a split second away from death before subtly shifting their weight just enough to allow their opponent to fly bye.

That night in his hotel room Koba relaxed while utilizing several breathing techniques in preparation for his match in the morning. As he finished his slowly stood up before transitioning into several shadowing movements that mirrored the Matadors he had seen earlier in the day. His heals never touched the ground as his swiftly glided across the floor switching styles effortless. When he was done he wrapped his fingers into a fist cracking his knuckles and joints on his right hand and then copying the move with his left. He rotated his shoulders until they popped and then rolled his neck to a chorus of cracks. There was no denying the magnitude of tomorrows event. Already fighters from around the world where engaged in one on one battles that would culminate in the crowing of one champion. One man, woman, mutant, or whatever would soon be recognized as the worlds greatest fighter.

The morning sun had just climbed over the majestic cliffs and Rated R was already up and out the door. Dressed in a custom made black Gi with an unbuttoned white collar, Rated R resembled a holy man off to worship. But under the clothes there was anything but a saint. After arriving at the infamous Iglesia de los Jeronimos Rated R made his way to the front doors. The powers that be had made arrangements to close the church to tourists and other outside interferences so that the match would not be interrupted. Bronze hanging lamps lined the inner walls while masterful stained glass windows reflected a multitude of colors onto the floor tiles.

It wasn’t long before Rated R caught a glimpse of his opponent standing around. His facial expressions betrayed his thoughts as Rated R could clearly see the man was already discouraged.

“Sh!t”

Rated R smirked as he heard the comment. After moving closer, his hands nonchalantly    folded behind his back, he spoke to his opponent in a cocky tone,

“Is this the level of competition they are sending to these events now a days? I must say, I am somewhat disappointed. No matter, a win is a win.”

Bringing his hands around in front the Rated R Superstar took an offensive minded position. His strategy was to keep his opponent on defense and dictate the fight. Without hesitation Rated R took up a  PANDEKA MIHAR G stance. An Indonesian style known for its slow elegant movements and alternating  quick snapping attacks. With his left arm extended Koba used his fingers to motion,

“Bring it on”

Sephirim stood around walking aimlessly through the perimeter of the church, he had grown impatient, he began to wonder if this was the church or not,he did not want to leave just in case his opponent arrives. Sephirim thought his opponent might be arriving late ,even though he wasnt sure is he was in the right location. Sephirim went to go sit on a white bench that had peeling white paint on it. as he went to sit he heard a voice.


“Is this the level of competition they are sending to these events now a days? I must say, I am somewhat disappointed. No matter, a win is a win.”

Sephirim was angered by his foe's cocky remark, he could not believe what he just heard from his opponent. RRs did not look like a unsuitable person for this type of fight . he resembled an international drug dealer from a action movie,like Scarface or something of the sort. He wore Black Gi and a egg shell white collar shirt, it seemed far below intimidating to sephirim. He always th judged people from their out fits, he never took the time to give his opponents a chance before judging them,well thats how sephirim is.

Rrs seemed as if he was ready to fight, he positioned himself in  the PANDEKA MIHAR G stance. Seph  heard of this type of fighting style once,but never experienced it in a battle. Sephirim was a  bit nervous because of this stance, but was not completely shaken by it. The style was good fro countering moves,so sephirim had to watch out and think more with Brain,not muscle. His opponent spoke once again.

“Bring it on”

Sephirim paused for a moment staring off into space and began to think of what fighting style he could use against his opponent."hmm maybe if i use different parts of many variates of fighting styles he wont be able to detect what fighting style im using making him more paranoid, tsh this should be good!"Sephirim then crouched and went into a three point stance with left root extended behind him as if he was going to sprint, he then quickly looked straight up at his opponent.

Are you sure youre ready for this?

Sephiri dashed at his opponent Swiftly, leaving a could of dirt hovering the air . as he dashed towards his opponent he could feel the cool winds brush of his face. Sephirim then vaulted into the air doing a cannon ball front flip, he began to wonder what attack he was going to propose on his opponent as he hurled through the air. He then  came down at RRs with cocked back right punch aiming for RRs face. after the attack Sephirim rolled  left away  from his foe,  he then attempted a right leg sweep aiming for Rrs ankles

Are you ready for this?

Of course the question was rhetorical and before the sentence had been fully uttered the unknown Ninja charged. Surprisingly Rated R’s opponent was swift and glided across the church courtyard with speed and grace. Before launching himself into the air in an effort to close the gap. As he landed he fired a straight right aimed for the Superstar’s face. Barely shifting his weight to the left, Rated R watched as the punch sailed passed and wasted no time in throwing a sideways forearm thrust directly at Sephirim’s exposed ribs. Without hesitation the former bodyguard to the King of Kings spun around behind his opponent flopping to his back as he kicked simultaneously at the back of Sephirim’s knees.

As he landed on the upper part of his back and neck, his legs coiled down into his chest before firing up into the air giving Rated R the momentum for a Kip Up. A wicked smile spread across the face of the man nicknamed the Black Mamba as he began to dance around mimicking Bruce Lee. Rated R was as arrogant as he was deadly and wasn’t afraid to mock his opponent during his battles. In invitation to the world renown Kumite was an achievement most fighters waited a lifetime for. Fewer still had a realistic chance of winning thee event, and Rated R was one of those men.

However if he took his opponent lightly he could very well find himself eliminated in the first round, or worse. Stationed around the church where members of the Kumite association making sure all the fighters obeyed the rules set forth. No Weapons, No Powers. Looking up at one of the judges Rated R smirked,

“You might as well go ahead and put my name down.”

Absolutely showing his adversary no respect. It was a mistake that had cost him dearly in the KoV tournament, and apparently the lesson hadn’t stuck. But it was going to be up to Sephirim to showcase his abilities and prove not only to the Rated R Superstar that he belonged, but to the rest of the world as well.

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