#best of the best championship karate

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Console Fighting Games of 1993 Part 1/5

Part 1 of 5 featuring fighting games released on console in 1993, this first video features 3 Count Bout, Aa Harimanada, American Gladiators, Art of Fighting, Battle Master Kyuukyoku no Senshi tachi, Best of the Best Championship Karate, Blackhole Assault, Boxing Legends of the Ring and Chavez

For the Full Length Videos of these games see the following playlist

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CFcKSo9Eglrv2NFDHAqNDRi

For other Gaming related shorts check out this playlist

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CF5oVPNNxPlLJPambfM5BIj

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Experience the thrill of martial arts competition as you engage in fast-paced 16-bit battles and hone your karate skills in this retro martial-arts fighting video game! 🥊

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Male Kumite -84 kg Bronze | World Karate Championships Budapest 2023

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Best of the Best - Championship Karate

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YOU'RE THE STAR OF THE SHOW, YOU SHIMMER LIKE GOLD ✦ LN4

✦ pairing: lando norris x karateka!reader ✦ words: 4K ✦ warnings: female!reader, latina!reader, no use of Y/N, no use of physical description, a little bit of flirting. ✦ may's radio: me, actually writing for these men going vroom vroom??? whaaaaa?? shut up! lol I tried to explain the techniques to the best of my abilities as a daughter and sister to Senseis (and a once upon a (very short) time karateka). I hope it is understandable!! if not, let me down slowly!! SO, Boy-o needs a badass girl in his life PERIODT!!! And let's all pretend Monster gives a fuck about Karate. I've had this idea for lichrally months, dude. And I was supposed to do another thing with it, but here we are hehehe. Also, not using any name or description for this girlie was HARD so I think I deserve some of y'all thoughts ad nauseam 👉🏽👈🏽, I reload my activity feed every 3 seconds to see what you guys are thinking btw. N E WAYYYZZ. I love u. I hope u like it. k byee <3

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The sun blazed over Monterrey, casting a warm glow on the sprawling city nestled against the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains. The streets buzzed with excitement and anticipation as athletes and fans from around the world gathered for the 12th WUKF World Karate Championships. Banners and posters adorned with the tournament’s emblem fluttered in the breeze, while the iconic Monster Energy logo prominently featured alongside, symbolizing the brand’s unwavering support for the event and its athletes.

Among the throngs of spectators and competitors, one figure stood out, drawing the attention of both fans and the media. Lando Norris, the young and charismatic McLaren Formula 1 driver, had been invited to the championships as a special guest of Monster Energy. Known for his prowess on the track and his engaging personality off it, Lando had a magnetic presence that resonated with fans across different sports. 

The event was a world away from the high-octane world of Formula 1, but Lando was excited for the change of pace and the chance to meet young athletes from around the globe. Recently, Quadrant—a brand founded by him—had been sponsoring young athletes in different sports. It was a new venture for Lando, driven by his passion to support and uplift emerging talents. He had been looking forward to finding more promising athletes to add to Quadrant's growing roster, and the World Championship seemed like the perfect place to discover some of that potential.

As Lando navigated the bustling venue, his thoughts were a mix of excitement and curiosity. Though the world of martial arts was vastly different from the high-speed circuits he was used to, the principles of discipline, focus, and determination were strikingly similar. 

He had to admit to himself that before receiving the invitation, he knew next to nothing about karate. In fact, he’d even had to google the sport just to get a basic understanding. Embarrassingly, he had initially thought Karate and Taekwondo were the same thing. The search results had quickly set him straight, teaching him about the rich history and distinct techniques of this martial art, and giving him a newfound respect for the discipline.

He was eager to meet the athletes, particularly one individual who had captured the world’s attention with her remarkable skills and indomitable spirit.

A 20-something karate athlete from Latin America, had become a sensation in the martial arts community. With two world championships under her belt and many other championship victories, she was not only a formidable competitor but also an inspiring figure for young athletes around the globe. She was specially known for her exceptional skills and strategic prowess in kumite, the sparring discipline of karate. 

Sponsored by Monster Energy, her journey had been one of relentless perseverance and triumph over adversity. Her presence at the championships was not just a testament to her talent but also a symbol of her dedication to the sport she loved. And from what he had seen on videos while he was on his way, Lando also saw potential in her for Quadrant, imagining how she could inspire a whole new generation of athletes under the brand's banner.

The sound of rhythmic, powerful strikes filled the air as athletes from around the world prepared for their matches. Lando was led through the bustling venue to the competition floor, where the large tatami mats were situated. As he walked, he could hear the short—some even lasting longer—, loud shouts of "kiai" echoing through the hall, each one accompanying a sharp, strong technique from the karatekas already competing. The intensity and focus behind each shout sent a thrill through him, underscoring the seriousness and dedication of these athletes.

As he approached, he saw her warming up with stretches, under the watchful stare of one of the coaches of her national team. Lando felt a mix of excitement and slight nervousness. From what he had seen on videos from her past fights, she had a really strong presence, commanding the tatami mat whenever she stepped on it. Her intensity and focus were palpable, and he wasn’t gonna lie and say he didn’t think she was a little bit intimidating. And after spending a short—long—time going through her Instagram, he could also admit he found her beautiful, with her fierce determination adding to her allure.

Once she finished her stretching, he could see her coach pointing his way, making her turn around. He was approaching her with one of the energy drink’s representatives. Noticing them coming closer, she took off her earbuds and looked up with raised eyebrows, her demeanor immediately softening.

Actually…he didn’t know how to explain it…but now that he was in her presence, she didn’t give off intimidating vibes. She still had a commanding presence, don’t get him wrong, but she seemed to be more reserved and shy. He could see her fidgeting with the little device in her hand.

“Lando, I’d like you to meet one of our top sponsored athletes. She’s an incredible talent in kumite,” the representative said. She smiled warmly, a hint of bashfulness in her eyes, as she extended her hand.

“Hi, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your incredible achievements,” Lando greeted, shaking her hand.

“Likewise, Lando. It’s great to have you here. I’ve always admired the skill and courage it takes to race at the speeds you do,” she replied, her voice gentle and modest, a stark contrast to the powerful warrior he had seen in videos. “And congrats on your first win back in Miami!”

Lando was pleasantly surprised. “You know about that? Thanks! I didn’t expect to meet a karate champion who’s also an F1 fan,” he said, feeling a bit cocky despite the bashful smile creeping onto his face.

She laughed softly. “I’ve been a fan for years. Watching F1 races is one of my favorite ways to relax on weekends.”

Lando chuckled, his confidence bolstered. “Well, that’s great to hear. Maybe I can give you some tips on racing if you teach me a bit about karate,” he said, winking playfully.

She laughed again, appreciating his playful attitude. “Deal. I’ll teach you how to throw a punch if you show me how to handle those high-speed corners.”

Lando tried to joke, “It’s all about the neck strength, really,” but let out an awkward little laugh as he got a bit flustered. Her reserved demeanor was deceptive; she could hold constant eye contact with a calm intensity that he wasn’t prepared for.

She smiled, her gaze steady and unwavering. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her eyes never leaving his.

Lando felt a strange mix of admiration and nervousness under her steady gaze. Wanting to know more about her mindset before such a big competition, he asked, “How are you feeling about today?”

She took a deep breath and looked down for a moment, then back up at him, her expression humble yet determined. “If I told you I was completely confident about winning everything, I’d be lying. I have pre-fight jitters, just like anyone else. But I’m going to give it my all. That’s all I can do.”

Lando nodded, impressed by her honesty. “I get that. Even in racing, no matter how prepared you are, there’s always that bit of uncertainty. It’s what makes the victory even sweeter, though, don’t you think?”

She smiled, appreciating his understanding. “Absolutely. The nerves mean you care. They keep you sharp.”

Their conversation flowed easily, the initial awkwardness melting away as they shared insights from their respective sports. Lando admired her resilience and the way she embraced her nerves, turning them into a source of strength.

As the announcements for the upcoming matches began, she glanced towards the tatami, her focus sharpening. “I should get ready. It was really great talking to you, Lando. Thanks for the encouragement.”

“Anytime,” Lando replied, genuinely meaning it. “I’ll be cheering for you.”

She gave him one last smile before heading towards her coach. Lando watched her go, struck by the contrast between her shy off-mat demeanor and the commanding presence she exuded when she was about to compete. He couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for her dedication and the way she handled the pressure—and that was kinda hot to him.

Professionalism, Lando. He scolded himself. She’s an athlete, and you’re here to do your job—or a small part of it. 

As he found a spot to watch the competition, he thought about the unexpected connection they had made. Despite their different paths, their shared commitment to excellence and the way they embraced their nerves set them apart as true champions. Lando knew that whatever the outcome of her matches, she would give it everything she had—just like he did on the track.

He could hear the announcer's voice booming through the venue. “Athletes competing in the Seniors D Female category: 21 to 35 years old and 65 kg and over, please approach the number 3 tatami mat.” He listened intently, waiting for her name to be called. It came in the middle of the list, and he could see the group of female athletes approaching the announcer.

She stayed behind the group, her demeanor calm and composed as she waited to hear her name being called. There was a quiet confidence about her that set her apart from the others. Lando noticed that some of the other girls would steal glances at her, fidgeting with their belts or adjusting their karate-gi in a nervous manner. Her presence seemed to unsettle them, a testament to her reputation and the respect she commanded among her peers.

As the roll call continued, Lando observed the competitors closely. The air was thick with anticipation, and he could sense the mixture of excitement and tension that filled the room. When her name was finally called, she stepped forward with a graceful nod, acknowledging the announcement with a quiet strength.

She joined the others on the mat, and the athletes began their final preparations, mentally psyching themselves up for the upcoming matches. Lando watched her closely, noticing how she seemed to center herself, taking deep, measured breaths and rolling her shoulders and neck to release any remaining tension.

As the roll call concluded, the athletes lined up in front of the referee and judges. Lando watched closely as the referee shouted something in Japanese—a command that he couldn't quite understand. Both parties then performed the ceremonial salute, tilting the upper part of their bodies in a bow. The referee shouted again and gestured towards the flags and the public, prompting another salute. 

After the salutes, the athletes moved to their respective sides of the tatami mat. On the right side, some of them were tying up red belts around their waists and putting on red gloves and knee protections. On the left side, the competitors were doing the same but in blue. She was on the left side, methodically securing her blue belt and adjusting her gloves and knee pads that matched her new karate–gi that had blue stripes on the shoulders.

Lando observed the attention to detail in her preparation. Every movement, every adjustment of her uniform, was part of her mental and physical ritual to enter the competitive mindset. It was a fascinating glimpse into the discipline and dedication required at this level of competition.

After three intense matches—all of them won by her—, the announcer announced the final match. He called for her to stand on the two red tatami mats on the left side of the big blue square tatami. Lando watched as she took her place, her expression hardening with concentration. Just before stepping forward, she gave herself a couple of hard pats to her chest—a ritual, he guessed, to psych herself up for the fight.

Her face was set with determination, eyes focused intently on the task ahead. The referee approached both competitors, methodically checking their mouthguards and ensuring all their equipment was in place.

The formalities concluded, and the competitors performed the ceremonial bows to each other and to the referee. She took a second to walk up to her adversary and offer her hand to shake and a head nod as a greeting. 

That’s a nice, respectful and full of sportsmanship gesture, he thought.

The referee then gestured for them to take their positions and announced the start of the match. Each competitor started to move around each other with their guards up and an intense focus. She moved with a grace and confidence that was mesmerizing, her every step exuding a calm readiness. 

Lando could feel the intensity radiating from both competitors as they engaged in a series of swift, precise movements. Each strike was met with a counter, each block with a follow-up attack. The "kiai" shouts punctuated the air, underscoring the power and focus behind each technique. 

Even though she seemed already tired after her past intense fights leading up to this one, she moved with a fluidity and strength that was both beautiful and formidable. Her opponent was skilled, but she maintained control of the match, her strategic prowess and physical strength shining through. The rhythmic exchange of attacks and defenses was like a well-choreographed dance, each move calculated and deliberate.

He found himself completely engrossed in the match, his heart pounding in time with the athletes' movements. It was only a 3 minute fight but somehow it felt longer. He could see the strain and determination on her face, the way she pushed through every challenge her opponent presented. Her focus was unwavering, her resolve unbreakable.

Suddenly, when her adversary moved forward in a punch, she ducked under—and somehow—managed to lift the other girl with her shoulder and drop her to the ground. In a display of quick and swift precision, she then threw three rapid punches to her opponent on the ground. Immediately, Lando saw every judge in the four corners lift their blue flags high in the air. 

The entire place erupted in excited shouts, the crowd amazed by her impressive movement. On the large screen above, the score shifted dramatically from 3-4 to 3-7 in her favor. Kenneth—the energy drink’s representative standing next to Lando—explained to him that the move she pulled was one that immediately granted you 3 points—the highest score you can get. Lando couldn’t help but cheer loudly, caught up in the exhilaration of the moment.

Her focus was unwavering, her resolve unbreakable. She had turned the tide of the match with a single, decisive move, showcasing her skill and strategic brilliance. As she stepped back, she offered her opponent her hand to help her rise, the referee called a brief pause to reset the match.

The crowd's energy was palpable, and Lando found himself on the edge of his seat, completely engrossed in the action. The match resumed, but it was clear that her opponent was shaken by the sudden shift in momentum. She maintained her advantage, her movements confident and controlled, her strikes precise and powerful.

At one point during the match, she received a hard kick to the ribs, and Lando saw her doubling over in pain. Instinctively, he stood up, feeling a surge of worry for her. The referee immediately called one of the medics, who rushed over to check on her. The medic spent a minute examining her, asking questions to which she only nodded in response. After a few tense minutes, she stood back up, her face hardened with determination, ready to continue.

The referee gave her opponent a penalty for the hard kick before signaling for the match to resume. Once it did, she seemed eerily calm, her demeanor even more focused than before. Her opponent, on the other hand, appeared unsettled, thrown off by both the penalty and the unfavorable score. With only 1 minute and 30 seconds left on the timer, visible on the screen above, the other girl began attacking rashly, desperately trying to close the score gap.

But then, in a fluid, lightning-fast movement, she spun and lifted her right leg towards the back of her opponent's head, delivering a light tap with the heel of her foot to the back of it. The technique resembled a scorpion's strike or a spinning hook kick, in Lando’s opinion. But Kenneth identified it as an "ura mawashi geri." A hard and powerful kicking technique. He explained.

The judges instantly raised their blue flags high, signaling their approval of the impressive technique. The crowd erupted once more as the score on the screen shifted from an already commanding 3-7 to an incredible 3-10. With only one minute left, it was clear she had secured the victory.

Lando's heart raced as he watched her dominate the match. The final whistle blew, the referee raised his hand in her direction indicating her victory, and her teammates as well as the crowd’s cheers reached a deafening crescendo.

As she bowed to the referee and then approached her opponent for a respectful handshake, Lando couldn't help but marvel at her resilience and skill. Despite the setback of the hard kick to the ribs, she had emerged victorious, showcasing the true spirit of a champion.

As she left the mat, Lando could see the emotions overwhelming her. Her coach rushed to embrace her in a tight hug, both of them sharing a moment of pure joy and triumph.

Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of relief, happiness, and pride in her achievement. The weight of all her hard work and dedication had paid off in this victorious moment.

Lando watched from a respectful distance, filled with admiration for her incredible achievement. The crowd erupted in applause, acknowledging her exceptional performance and celebrating her as a true champion.

After a few moments, she composed herself and turned to face the crowd, holding up her hand in a thankful gesture.

As she made her way through the cheering crowd, Lando approached her with a heartfelt congratulations. “That was mental! You were absolutely amazing out there! Congratulations on becoming world champion again," he said, genuinely impressed.

“Thank you so much, Lando,” she replied, her voice still tinged with emotion and sounding a little bit out of breath still. “It means a lot to have your support.”

“You deserve every bit of it,” Lando said warmly. And immediately after, looked at her with concern painted all over his face. He noticed she was still having some trouble breathing and was holding her left arm to her ribs. “Are you feeling alright after that kick you received?” he asked, worry evident in his voice.

She smiled, trying to ease his worries. “Yes, I'm okay. I had the chest guards on under my karate-gi, so it wasn't too bad.” She paused, then added with a light-hearted chuckle, “I did feel the kick, but it's nothing new at this point.”

Lando nodded, relieved but still a little bit concerned. “You've shown incredible strength and determination.” he said, genuinely impressed.

She nodded, gratitude evident in her eyes. “It's been a tough journey, but moments like this make it all worth it.”

Lando smiled, feeling privileged to have witnessed her victory. “Enjoy every moment of it. You've earned it, champ.”

“Thank you, Lando. It feels surreal.”

“You really commanded the mat out there," he said. “It's no wonder everyone looks up to you. You were truly brilliant.”

She nodded, the shy smile returning to her face. “I just try to do my best. It helps to know there are people cheering for me.”

“Well, you've got one more fan in me now,” Lando said with a grin. “I knew you were good, but seeing it in person... you're incredible.”

As the excitement of the victory settled, Lando leaned in slightly and asked, “Hey...uh... I've been thinking. Would you maybe be interested in joining Quadrant?”

She looked at him, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected offer. Her eyes widened slightly, reflecting a mix of surprise and curiosity. After a brief pause, a smile spread across her face, and she eagerly nodded. “Sí! uh…,” she shook her head a few times, like she was trying to shake the language off her head. Cute. “I-I mean yes! I’d be honoured!”

Lando grinned, pleased by her enthusiastic response. “Fantastic! We'll talk more about it soon. I think we could do some amazing things together.”

She smiled warmly, nodding in agreement. “I'm looking forward to it.”

A moment of silence passed before Lando chuckled nervously. “By the way, I should probably explain what Quadrant is all about.”

Before he could continue, she interrupted gently, “Oh, don't worry. I'm actually a fan of the YouTube videos. I know about the brand already.”

Lando's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You do? That's... really cool!”

She chuckled softly. “Yeah, I've watched a few. You guys have some pretty entertaining content.”

Lando felt a flutter in his stomach at her praise. “Wow, I'm glad to hear that! Means a lot, especially coming from someone as talented as you.”

She blushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you, Lando. I'm excited about the opportunity to work together.”

Lando grinned, feeling a sense of excitement about the future collaborations. “Likewise. I think we can create something truly special.”

As they parted ways, Lando couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement and anticipation for what the future held. Being able to collaborate with someone he admired both as an athlete and as a person was a privilege he didn’t take lightly.

Before they fully separated, Lando impulsively went in for a hug. She hesitated for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed as she was still sweaty from the intense matches. But Lando reassured her with a warm smile, “Hey, it's not a problem at all. I totally understand. I’m super used to the post-competition sweat.” He chuckled.

Her expression softened, and she returned the hug gratefully. As they embraced, Lando felt a sense of something developing slowly within himself. 

Oh, Bob has a crush! He suddenly heard the teasing voice of Max, his best friend, in his head. 

Shut up, you muppet. He groaned. Lando lingered in the hug for a moment longer than intended, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment himself.

When they finally pulled back, he chuckled nervously. “Sorry about that. Got a bit carried away.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “No worries, Lando. Thank you again for your support.”

They exchanged a final smile before she had to part ways, both looking forward to the exciting opportunities ahead. Lando watched her walk away, his mind buzzing with ideas and possibilities.

As he watched with bated breath as the ceremony began, the announcer's voice echoed through the arena, calling the winners to the podium. When her name was called, the small crowd standing in front erupted in applause and cheers, celebrating her hard-fought victory. 

She walked confidently to the podium, her coach following closely behind. The gold medal was placed around her neck. Beaming with pride and joy, she was handed her country's flag. Draping it around her shoulders, she stood tall on the podium, her smile radiant and her eyes shining with accomplishment. The audience’s cheers intensified, and Lando found himself clapping enthusiastically along with them.

It was a powerful moment, and Lando felt a deep sense of respect for her journey and massive achievement. 

But it was more than just respect that stirred within him. Watching her bask in her well-deserved glory, Lando felt his heart swell with admiration and something more tender. The way she carried herself, the mixture of strength and humility, her fierce determination on the mat and the shy kindness she showed off it—all of it combined to create a powerful impression.

There was something profoundly inspiring and undeniably attractive about her, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her even more. She scanned the crowd and her eyes met his. Her face lit up even more, and to his surprise, she smiled and winked at him. The unexpected gesture caught him off guard, and he felt a sudden rush of warmth to his cheeks. Blushing, he quickly looked down, feeling a mix of bashfulness and happiness. However, he gathered his courage and returned the gesture, smiling and giving her a small, appreciative two-finger salute. 

She laughed softly and sent him the gesture back. Lando felt a warmth spread through him, a hopeful anticipation of what their future interactions might hold.

As the ceremony concluded—and after getting photographed a thousand times, and having shaken what felt like a thousand hands—, Lando found himself back in the car on his way to the hotel. Gazing out the window at the bustling city, he couldn't help but feel grateful for having been there, witnessing her triumph and the beginning of what promised to be an exciting partnership.

His mind replayed the moments of the day: her powerful performance on the mat, the way she carried herself with grace and determination, and their brief, meaningful exchanges. The flutter in his stomach returned, and he allowed himself a small smile, knowing that this experience had been special in more ways than one.

Lando knew that this was just the start of something truly special, and he looked forward to the adventures that lay ahead, both on a professional level—and perhaps something a bit more personal.

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she's so cute and so excited for me —mizu x f!reader

image credits to bad thinking diary by park do-han ^^

warning: nsfw. mdni. not proofread. modern!au. she/her pronouns for mizu. oral (mizu receiving), slight fingering, licking over panties. nibbles, praises. covered-ish sex. petnames (baby). aftercare.

includes: top!f!reader. afab!reader. whiped!reader (so real). bttm!mizu. whinning!mizu. slightly insecure mizu. light plot just sex. word count: 3.3k

summary: you eat out mizu after a karate competition.

a/n: mizu uses boyshorts because I use them they're comfortable. and she's insecure with her boobs, I wanna give her a hug.

You were karatekas, the best in your respective academies. Each of you represented your states at championship season. On more than one occasion you have fought against the other, she was mostly the victor which made her have a certain arrogant and sarcastic attitude towards you.

Did that make you guys get along badly? Not at all. In fact, you exchanged phone numbers, you constantly message each other and when you meet in a city for a competition, you go out there to kill time. And maybe you've shared some breath-taking kisses, maybe.

Although you two are serious about the discipline that you were passionate about, something changed in the final. Something about this day's combat made you look each other playfully and mockingly; there was something different in your behaviors. The tension was much more palpable than before. Maybe because you wanted to defeat the other, maybe because you wanted to take home the gold medal, or maybe because last night at the hotel you escaped from the competitors’ dinner to corner the other and make out.

When Mizu beat you in combat and you both bowed before each other, the way your eyes connected was quite… explicit.

You two looked at each other with defiance, both of you feeling pleased by the way the spare excited both of you. Mizu had that hunting, predatory look of wanting to undress you and show everyone that she could have you, and they couldn't. And you admired her like a figure sculpted in the most exquisite marble in the world; the only thing you wanted was to trace every line of her body with your fingers, feeling out where those imperfections that made her unique were.

Because yes, the little you've seen of Mizu's clothed figure has made you long to see some more. It was her appearance, her height, her hair, her eyes... Also, imagining what her toned extreme body would look like gave you chills.

The next thing that happened after you approached her to congratulate her on her victory was so fast and irrelevant that the only thing you both remembered after leaving the competition was kissing each other hungrily on your room’s bed. As soon as you got there, Mizu had practically attacked you with kisses and was now sitting on your lap, with her hands caressing your breasts under your keikogi. You caressed her covered toned thighs and her hips, while responding to her passionate kisses.

She wasn't holding herself back anymore, as she was totally consumed by the eager between you two. She couldn't stop herself from kissing you and touching you everywhere, as she was getting more and more aroused with every moment.

She almost wanted to rip your clothes off, as her hands were already on your chest. Your touches felt so amazing on her body, and it took all of her composure to not just give into the sensations.

"Mizu, what would others say if they saw the intimidating gold medalist sitting on her opponent's lap?" You asked her with and heavy breath.

"Oh shush..." She murmured with an aroused grin, as she continued to kiss you and move her hands all over you. "I can sit on the lap of whoever I want.”

She kissed you again, and her movements started to get more intense. It felt like she was going to explode any moment and she managed to open your uwagi. You giggled and made her lie down on the mattress, crawling on top of her.

She moved her hands underneath the opened uwagi and started kneading your breasts in your sports bra, as she started to gasp softly. The excitation kept building between you two, as you started kissing her neck and her collarbone.

You gave her several gentle bites, but you tried not to left marks that would raise suspicions. "You don't know how good it’s for my ego to have you like this for me.” You bit under her chin, beginning to rub her skin under her uniform.

She giggled softly because of the way that you were teasing her, but the laugh turned into a moan as you kissed her throat and touched her torso. The feeling of being so intimate with you on top of her was enough to drive her crazy.

Her breath was already so heavy, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to moan a little bit louder and more vigorously.

"So sensitive for me..." You continued to tease her, untying the obi and leaning down to kiss her stomach flirtatiously. "What happened to your dominant attitude, miss Mizu?"

 “It all went out the window when we started kissing..." She murmured, feeling completely aroused by your words and how your kisses. She put her hand on your back, and tried to guide you to where she wanted you to go.

"Oh yeah? Do I have that much power over you?" You circled the shape of her navel with the tip of your tongue, holding her tightly by her waist.

She gasped when she felt your tongue whirling, and she shivered. She couldn’t help but arch her body slightly and moan lightly. Her hands started to get tighter on your back, as she tried to get you to be even more intimate with her.

“I can’t resist you…” She breathed heavily.

"No? I'm flattered." You laughed seductively against her stomach and started to kiss her belly button, scratching her back with your nails, wanting to feel her trembling because of it.

Her breath came out in short gasps. She started to arch her back more with your touches and the way you were causing her so much pleasure. Her hands were now gripping your shoulders more tightly, as she felt like she was about to melt. Her moans got louder and more desperate, and she couldn’t keep herself from clinging onto you.

"Does this feel good?" You began to kiss her belly, pinching it gently with your teeth.

"Too good..." She groaned softly; the feeling of your teeth sent tingling sensations all throughout her body.

The way you were teasing her felt amazing.

"And what happens if I go lower?" You kissed her hip over her pants, rubbing her legs gently with your hands.

"I’ll melt..." She moaned softly, as she felt her whole body trembling. The way you looked down her body was incredibly sexy and she was almost turning feral. She couldn’t resist you anymore.

"Yes? Would you melt for me?" You looked up as she continued caressing her thighs over the fabric. "You are so daring, miss Mizu..."

"Y-Yes..." She nodded, as she sighed.

You laughed mockingly and went further down her body, to start to nuzzle her crotch. "So, so sensitive for me." You gasped against her zubon, pressing your hands to her hips.

She groaned softly when you started to caress between her thighs, as she felt your breath against her covered pussy. Her hips started to sway unconsciously. She couldn’t help but enjoy this moment with you, as you were teasing and pushing her to her limit.

"What will I find when I pull down your pants, hm?" I hummed, enjoying the heat she radiated. "Do you have a surprise for me?"

"Perhaps..." She gripped her hands tighter and gasped in response to how you were caressing her over the pants. You could tell that she was getting more and more excited, but you kept teasing her. "Do you want me to be naughty for you?" She said with a playful grin, her voice was breathless as she struggled to keep control.

"Oh, I know you're a naughty girl." You slurred your words, sensually, and began to slide down the zubon. "You're so hot for me..." You whispered, undressing her legs with torturous slowness.

The way you were taking your time was absolutely killing her. She was already so aroused that her body couldn't help but move in response to your touch, as she was being completely swept away by that heat.

You smiled as soon as she was left with only her boyshorts covering her, her pitch black, soaked boyshorts. You approached her hip again, biting down on the bone. "Look at you, I turned you into a mess just with my kisses..." You whispered against her skin, feeling your insides burning.

"Please, stop it..." She said softly, her body trembling as you bit down on her hip bone. Her breaths became ragged and her body started to sway from the sensation of your teeth on her skin. She groaned softly, breathing heavily now. She never expected to be so turned on, but you really knew how to get her.

"Do you want me to stop? Is this too much?" You looked at her with real concern, stopping your nibbles.

"N-No..." She exclaimed softly, her breath becoming steadier with each moment. "Don’t stop... I just—I can’t handle it..." she said softly, closing her eyes and biting her lip.

She shivered as she looked away from you, trying to keep her self-control with all of these different sensations. She couldn’t handle how intense this moment was becoming.

"Hey, hey, if you can't handle it, I can stop. The idea is that we both enjoy it, not just me." You sat back on your heels, looking at her with worry.

“No... It’s okay." She gasped, before correcting herself; “I mean... it feels amazing. But I don’t think I have the ability to keep my composure right now..." She said softly with a groan, as she tried to catch her breath again.

"Is that it? You don't want to lose your composure?" You giggled, feeling tenderness for her.

"Y-Yeah..." She mumbled softly, as she took deep breaths and tried to settle her beating heart.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" You looked at her with doubt.

She looked at you with an eager look in her eyes, and she was clearly having a hard time keeping herself collected. She was definitely feeling overwhelmed by all that desire, but she hadn't wanted to stop you.

“It’s fine...please continue." She closed her eyes and laid back on the mattress, letting you do what you want to do.

"If it's too much, please tell me." You smiled at her and began to caress her through her undergarment, enjoying how your fingers became moist from her arousal.

She jerked as your digits slid between her covered folds, the fabric managing to gently rub her clit and the sensation sent chills down her spine and she couldn't help but arch a little.

"Are you this soak just for me, baby?" You rubbed frantically against her, loving how wet she was for you. "Do you want me to make you feel even better?"

She whined softly, her body shaking from the excitement of that feeling. She looked at you with darkened eyes, and nodded her head; she couldn’t say anything as it felt like she was going to explode soon.

You leaned back between her thighs and kissed her there softly, sighing and closing your eyes. "You taste so good..." You moaned a little and started licking her pussy over her panties, feeling like your eyes wanted to roll in their sockets.

She choked back a sob when your tongue touched her there, her limbs completely losing their strength. She let out little gasps and sighs. You were making her feel so good, as she let her hands grip your hair tightly.

You felt pleased and grabbed the edges of her boyshorts, stretching them up between her folds. You ran your fingers over her lips and then caressed her entrance over the fabric.

“Can I take them off?” You asked softly, playing with the elastic of the underwear to gently pinch his skin.

“Y-Yes, god, yes…” She answered with broken breaths, looking at you with a few small tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

You laughed affectionately and began to slide her panties down her long, toned legs, leaving her completely exposed to you. And you were able to confirm that reality was better than your imagination. Seeing her so soaked just for you was enough to make you grunt and want to make the mess in her pussy worse. You leaned against her again and began licking her clit, practically vibrating your tongue.

She howled loudly as she felt you making out with her pussy and her toes curled, while her hand pressed against your head. Maybe she wanted to push you away because it was too much, maybe she wanted to get you closer to her, or maybe she was just releasing tension. Who cared?

"She's so cute and so excited for me." You spoke against her, passing your tongue slowly again, like her clit was a popsicle. This while your thumb began to surround her entrance, going in and out gently.

“N-Yes…just stop talking, and keep going.” She murmured softly, as her eyes started to roll back. Your tongue felt wonderful, as it made her squirm even more. She couldn’t think straight anymore, all she could focus on grinding her hips against your mouth.

"You don't like me encouraging you, hm?" You thrusted your thumb slowly. The watery sounds this produced sent tickles throughout your body. Your ears tickled from the sound. "You hurting me, precious."

You moved your thumb away to dart her entrance with your tongue, using your fingers to spread her folds for better access. You nuzzled her clit and deepened the movements inside her.

She cried out and cover her mouth to silence her loud sounds. She tried to keep herself contained but every move you made with your tongue was causing her to tremble with excitement. Her eyes began to water as she squeezed them tightly, you were driving her nuts!

"I know, I know..." You trapped her clit between your lips, making some snappy sounds. "I think I can get addicted to you...”

“Y-Please do…” She pleaded, as her hips swayed even more. Her muscles were tightening while her legs began to spasm a few times.

"Move, baby, move." You pressed your hands to her buttocks to start moving her against your tongue, as you continued to taste her. Her stimulated, erect clit felt so good, you couldn't help but roll your eyes yourself and groan at her taste.

She growled hoarsely as she felt your hands guiding her body and started to move her hips. She was getting more sensitive and her gasps became erratic and desperate. Her muscles tensed and her hand tried to push your head away from her clit as she felt spasming while guttural moans came out of her mouth.

When Mizu had her orgasm, her thighs trapping your head and her sobs coming out as almost desperate screams, made your own pussy throb. You whimpered against her clit sharply and then began to lick her cum, making her squirm beneath you.

Then you separated yourself from her crotch, licking your lips and appreciating the mess you had transformed her into. Wet and gone in pleasure, her legs shivering subtly.

She was completely exhausted, as she was sweating profusely and her breath was shaky. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath back. She looked up at you with a tired yet thankful grin, for the way you just made her feel.

"How do you feel?" You lovingly stroked her thighs, looking at her with a serene smile.

"Wonderful..." She murmured softly, as she couldn't stop herself from looking at you with dreamy eyes. You made her feel like she was on a cloud nine, as she tried to hold on something.

You laughed softly and leaned over her and began kissing her abs again. God, how I loved a woman with marked muscles.

She giggled when she felt your lips on her stomach. It felt so wonderful to be with someone who loved that much about her. She felt powerful with the way that you kissed her, as she could already feel the sparks flying again between the two of you.

"You have a beautiful body, Mizu." You sighed against her skin, tracing her abs with the tip of your tongue, including her v-line.

She smirked lazily, as she felt pleased with how well-built she was. You were definitely making her feel comfortable. “I know I have a beautiful body.”

"Uh-huh? We have a confident girl, don't we?" You joked and looked at her breasts covered by her sports bra and reached your hand to touch them.

She was definitely quite confident in her body’s physique, but there were things she couldn't help but feel a little insecure about. She stopped your caresses.

"Just don’t take off my bra. I don’t want you to see my boobs." she said softly, feeling a little shy.

"Uh? Why not? I want to see them..." You looked into her eyes; a little bit worried.

You rubbed her sides, wanting to make her feel comfortable again. That felt good enough to soothe her nerves. She looked at you with a shy grin, as you kept caressing her.

“I'm insecure about my breast size...they’re too small.” She groaned softly, feeling a little embarrassed about herself.

"Baby, there's no such thing. Boobs are boobs, no matter the size." You smiled lovingly at her. "But if you want, I don't see them, okay?"

“You just say that because yours are perfect.” She muttered, closing her eyes and letting her body relax with the touch of your hands.

"Of course not, silly." You leaned closer to her and gently kissed her neck. "I'm sure your boobs are cute and soft. Someday I will be able to see them and I will not stop giving them the love they deserve." You bit under her ear, clinging to her body.

She groaned softly as she felt your hot breath against her and your bite on her ear. Her cheeks turned pink, she was enjoying the intimacy of this moment, and she was definitely feeling very pleasant around you.

"And if I find out that it was someone who made you feel insecure about your breasts, I assure you that I will take care of erasing that memory from your mind." You kissed her on the forehead and started caressing her cheeks with your knuckles.

She scoffed softly, as she smiled, looking at how caring you were. She wasn't used to such treatment, she felt loved and cared for by you. She felt so relaxed with you, she enjoyed being held by your strong yet gentle touch.

You rested your hands on either side of her head and lowered your face a little to plant a caramel kiss on her lips, with every intention of smooching her now. You took her thighs to place them around your hips, clinging to her body. Then your hands held her back and pulled her closer to your chest, without there being a single inch between you two.

She returned the kiss languidly, feeling a little drowsy from fatigue, yet the affectionate session you were having produced a warm sensation in her chest that made her hug you by the neck.

When you began to outline her abs with your fingertips, you broke away from the kiss to whisper in her ear: "You're beautiful, Mizu.” You cooed and nuzzled her cheek, smiling tenderly.

She smiled softly, as she felt your reassuring words. Her body was calmed and her eyes were starting to feel a little bit heavy. "Can we just stay like this for a while? Just enjoy each other’s company?" She mumbled softly, closing her eyes and letting herself relax.

"Nothing would like me more" You giggled, stroking her long, silky hair lovingly.

She chuckled softy, it was so soothing to feel your warmth against her scalp. She even let her body melt under your touch. She was adoring this moment, as she felt your appreciation and kindness. There was no judgement here, just two people who love and care about each other, enjoying the presence of each other...

[cinamun]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

How about this cutie?

Really wants a baby brother that she can bully

Is the current holder of the Best All Around gold medal in the 2024 Junior Riderz championship races for grades 4-6

B student at Chestnut Hills Elementary

level 3 gardener

Green belt in karate

[zumainthyfuture]

Jim Kelly was a prominent African-American martial artist and actor, best known for his roles in the "blaxploitation" films of the 1970s.

Kelly was born on May 5, 1946, in Paris, Kentucky, and grew up in San Diego, California. He began studying martial arts as a teenager and quickly excelled, earning a black belt in karate. He became a popular tournament fighter in the 1960s and 1970s and won numerous championships.

Kelly's big break in film came in 1973 when he was cast in the lead role in "Enter the Dragon," a martial arts movie starring Bruce Lee. Kelly's performance as Williams, a wisecracking, afro-wearing martial artist, made him an instant icon and helped to popularize the blaxploitation genre.

In the years that followed, Kelly starred in a number of other martial arts and action movies, including "Black Belt Jones," "Three the Hard Way," and "One Down, Two to Go." He also continued to compete in martial arts tournaments and worked as a martial arts instructor.

After retiring from acting in the 1980s, Kelly remained involved in martial arts and was active in promoting the sport and encouraging young people to get involved. He passed away on June 29, 2013, at the age of 67. Jim Kelly's contributions to the martial arts and film industries continue to be celebrated today.

[terrence-silver]

I want to know about terry trauma

Like we know about John kreese past and what he went through but no one talks about terry I just knows he probably has claustrophobia from a lot of tight space and probably just goes back into that boy in nam like you could see it on his face the shaking the putting himself in a corner but when he around people he hides it and acts confident

Also is it weird I feel like he is bipolar and I just know he probably overdosed when John left him in 85

The thing about Terry Silver's trauma?

He doesn't want people to know he has any.

When he's surrounded by a bunch of people who see, like in the case of his Season 5 showdown, he snaps and he snaps murderously. Thirty years earlier, Mr. Miyagi throws him into the dojo mirror and he snaps just as murderously. If he had a Katana on hand then, he would've swung it. He was seen for exactly who and what he is all while being bested and he snaps.

So, he makes up things. Hides it. Invents personalities. Lifestyles. Creates masks. Steals someone else's mannerisms and look and puts it over his own like a second skin that becomes his only skin. Fabricates interest in things he doesn't care about whatsoever to fly under the radar as mainly your ordinary run of the mill Billionaire. In one decade, he's the business tycoon sponsoring junior Karate championships so the kiddies can learn the same values of honesty, hard work and fair play he learned (cross his heart and hope to die) and in another decade, he's hosting tofu garden parties riddled with champagne liberals or bidding on bonsai trees for the sake of donating back to the community. Sure, the likes of Amanda Larusso might think him smarmy and slightly sleazy --- a bit too much, you know --- but at least she doesn't see the trauma. He's a walking, talking chameleon. What happened to him and all the ways he is irrevocably damaged being on full display is something he makes a contented effort to tuck away to the degree he'll become someone else, temporarily or permanently, only if it could mean he'll come off as unfettered, above it all, strong, invulnerable, infinitely sleek, charming, eccentric and in his words like he got over his issues and there's nothing wrong with him, all while everything being wrong with him, so it is pretty impossible for your average observer or even a licensed, skilled therapist to deduce or fix just what the heck is wrong with Terry Silver because it is just about not possible to ever fully know. He's like a smashed mirror. There's an infinite amount of pieces that shattered and an attempt to put that mirror back into the way it used to be is a lost cause. Nobody knows what its original shape was or what it used to look like. Possibly not even Terry himself. All that remains are the shards and the various ways he shapes and re-shapes them at will, depending of the circumstances or the environments and individuals he's dealing with. Whatever the case --- nobody will ever know he's weak and those who, or those he admits it to, will be swiftly dealt with.

[swissboyhisch]

Fun Shenanigans

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user: I wish I had a relationship like them ❤️

user: I want a boyfriend like Connor 😍😍😍 His smile when he looks at her is precious ❤️

yourinsta: I love you too Con ❤️❤️❤️ Is it time to work out though?

mcdavid97: let's go

user: she works out too?

yourbestie: they always work out together! It's quite cute.

user: Happy. Happy. Happy.

user: Couple goals. I want to be like them.

clairefaye: of course 😒😒

user: anyone feel like their theme song is I'm Lost Without You by Blink-182

user: agreed

yourinsta: they're my favourite band, also one of my favourite songs 😍

zstrome: aren't you supposed to be at the gym yourinsta

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yourinsta: We are on our way to the gym, Con is driving username zstrome

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user: DYlan 😂😂😂

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tess.caldon: Won't be repping USA together 😭😭

yourinsta: I'm sorry tess.caldon!!! I'll be repping Canada if I do go 😭

username: what belt? Has she represented a country before?

yourbestie: 3rd dan black belt. She has also first represented USA when she was 14 and has continued to represent her Dojo, State and Country.

user: wasn't she just in Ireland?

yourinsta: yes, I was just in Ireland for the World Championships just before I moved to Canada!

yoursis: Proud older sister here!

cammcdavid: Proud. Proud. Proud.

user: OMG I WAS THERE! MY SISTER COMPETED AGAINST YOU. HOW DID I NOT REALISE IT WAS YOU?! YOU ARE SO GOOD AT KARATE! YOUR KUMITE (free fighting) IS SO GOOD AND YOUR KATA IS IMPECIBLE! SHE IS THE CURRENT WORLD CHAMPION!

user: world champion?!

oscardaniels: she has been the reigning champion for a few years now

user: 😍😍😍😍

user: mcdavid97 will you go to support her?

mcdavid97: I'll support her through everything of course

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user: I still can't believe they weren't dating before this week

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mcdavid97: You make me so happy y/n

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[homeofthemany]

jack versus kai

part 1, part 2, part 3

second part of my "kickin' it in china" analysis! the post got long so i split it up lmao. robin keep your analysis posts to a relatively short length challenge, level: impossible.

TW for general discussion of trauma & ptsd, & a light allusion to abuse ["punished"]??? nothing really specific, it's all light.

seeing kai again; jack's resolve crumbling

i truly think that seeing kai again would emotionally destroy jack for a bit. not because jack actually believed he left that part of his life behind, but because he's always running from it. he dropped karate, became a skater & moved to seaford with no intention of coming back to it. then he does, albeit reluctantly, but this time he actually enjoys it. he doesn't get punished for making mistakes and has people he likes to train with, rather than the one person who's always trying to prove that he's better than him. and then right when he thinks he's let go, when he's at the one tournament where he can show himself that he's actually good at this thing he loves, kai himself shows up. and jack is forced to realize that all he's actually been doing is running away.

hell, he almost drops out of the fight right after, too! jack & kai's brief interaction when they see each other again doesn't give us much [other than the fact that he refused to let kai see him freaking out, showing that he doesn't want to look like a scared little kid in front of him], but jack's immediate resignation to everything does. he's already in the finals, but he'd still rather give up on the championship than have to face kai again; he just accepts that he can't win against him and seems pretty ready to go home before kim & rudy stop him.

about here is where i think things would seriously take a turn if this wasn't on disney! i think jack would've had a complete breakdown after seeing kai because of the ptsd from that match, and his relationship with rudy here would definitely shift into a much more personal one here because he'd see how troubled jack actually is. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST & IS A DEEP DIVE FOR ANOTHER TIME. i also think that jerry, milton, & eddie would've been notified of all this considering jerry's his best friend [or is on the way to becoming his best friend] & all of them in general became close very fast. rudy's dojo is a sanctuary for those troubled kids, so they'd all have a tight bond even if jack keeps them at arms length regarding his personal life & history.

after they get him settled down jack's like okay cool maybe things will be all right! and then proceeds to get JUMPED LMFAO. kai saves him but jack's intuition is very strong. i think he would've known something was up because he's able to sense something off about ricky [1x08], brody [1x20], carson [2x20], & probably a few others i'm forgetting. but he not only sniffs out liars & bad people fast, he's just a smart kid who knows when something's up. my point is that jack has a very strong sense of danger, & it's a pretty consistent trait of his; he trusts his gut, & he's right often enough to be confident in his judgment. i can see him being very weirded out by kai suddenly being there to help, but can understand him looking past it because now he's just worried about whether or not he can compete. and he can't.

i would imagine that being told you can't compete in the tournament you finally felt you could prove yourself in, would suck. in jack's mind, this tournament was going to determine his future—but not his future in karate. winning the tournament would finally let him believe he was actually good at martial arts & that he was finally past all of the stuff with kai and his grandfather. but then his wrist gets broken, he can't compete, and kai, the guy who beat the shit out of him when they were twelve[?] years old, the rival he'd been trying to outperform throughout his childhood, saved him. how conflicting.

final part (:

[z2z-gaming-and-random-art-ai]

Console Sports Games of 1993 Compilation Part 2

Compilation of sports games released on consoles in 1993, this compilation is part 2 of 21 and features Best of the Best Championship Karate, Bill Walsh College Football and Boxing Legends of the Ring.

0. Intro 00:00 

1. Best of the Best Championship Karate 00:15 

2. Bill Walsh College Football 06:19 

3. Boxing Legends of the Ring 23:30 

4. Outro 34:58

For more sports game videos check out the playlists below 

Console Sports Games of 1993 

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CEhIf6hohng9T2IPLCpzn7o

For Other Compilation videos check out this playlist 

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFJOZYl1h1CEjFei9KXJ8xDIChQB8WLJd

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Being the group's bodyguard and being in love with Rose would involve...

Rose Weil x reader

This is probably going to interest absolutely no one, but I have been wanting to write it for years!

*****

🌹 You have always been a very active person, a lover of physical exercise. You have started to do combat sports when you were still a little girl: boxing, kick-boxing, jiu-jitsu, karate, muay thai, you have tried them all, becoming in the end a formidable fighter.

🌹 Your career as a professional fighter starts when you are still a little girl, and for years you are one of the most respected fighters in the country, winning many prizes and living your best life... until an head injury, received during the final of an important championship, puts an end to your fighting career.

🌹 The next few years are the saddest and most purposeless of your life; fighting was your life, the only profession you could ever practice, and you know you could never be happy as a shop assistant, a teacher or a lawyer. You have no education, since you left school as soon as you legally could to focus on your fighting career, you are too old to go back studying anyway, and while you still have some money put aside to support yourself, you know that sooner or later you will have to find something to do, instead of spending whole weeks watching sports on TV and crying over your sad destiny, but what? There is absolutely nothing that interests you, nothing you could give your blood for and that makes adrenaline run in your veins as stepping in the ring, or on the tatami, did...

🌹 The person who unexpectedly comes to free you from that torpor of melanchony and regret is Debbie Ocean, a former school friend you had lost contact with decades ago but whose family's reputation, and penchant for mischief, you still remember. A couple times in school you had intervened to defend her from some older students who had accused her of selling them fake test answer sheets (she had.). She remembered you, and had heard of your head injury and consequent fall into disgrace; and now she has come to recruit you for her heist as a... security specialist.  

🌹 "Listen, Debbie, I appreciate the offer but I am not going to kill or hurt anyone for you. I am... was... an athlete, not an hitman." "I am not asking you to hurt anyone; we are not even going to use guns"." she reassures you; she told you she just came out of prison, which is the least surprising thing ever "But we need someone to take care of the group's security in case someone tries to hurt us. You are a one woman army, (name); who could be better than you for the job? You will be paid, of course, and very well."

🌹 The offer is... interesting, you must admit, given the generous remuneration you are promised, which obviously would come in handy, as well as because, well, how often does a former school mate comes to enlist you in a band of jewelry thieves? You have always been a law-abiding person, but in the end Debbie does not plan on stealing from people who actually need the money, and this is the first thing that attracts your attention ever since the injury, diverting it from the sad, lonely routine your life has become.

🌹 If you are successful, you reason, you won't have to worry about money or search for a job ever again, which would be nice; and if you are not successful, and you and the rest of Debbie's band are arrested, at least you won't have to worry what you will do for the rest of your life, or at least where you will spend it...

🌹 “Ok. I’m in.”

🌹 Debbie brings the group together, and you are shaking hands with a suburban mom, an hacker and a street hustler, when your eyes fall on a shorter blonde woman... and your heart stops for a bit.

🌹It would be an exaggeration to say you have always been a fashion lover, or even just that you coordinate your outfits every day and follow the latest trends in the magazines, but Rose Weil was a pretty popular designer when you were younger, and it would have been hard not to know who she was. Surprisingly, browsing a fashion magazine you had found in the gym, or absent-mindedly watching a fashion show in TV as you waited for one that interested you, you discovered you actually liked her style: the clothes she designed were original, elegant yet practical, full of vibrant colors and original cuts. You would never feel comfortable with that sort of clothes, being more of a tank-and-shorts kind of woman and because you did not think you had the physique and the posture for it, but you liked what she did.

🌹 And you also liked her, a lot, since the first time you saw the petite blonde woman on TV answering to an interviewer's questions, your heart missed a beat; she was beautiful, and smart and talented, and who knows, maybe one day Rose would create a sportswear line, and then you could actually wear her creations...

🌹 Even though you were ready to bet she was twice as talented as any other designer in the country, Rose's latest collections had been panned by critics, and she had faded into obscurity. You had been strongly disappointed, feeling a sort of kinship with her -after all, had you both not lost what made you successful and fulfilled, either because the public did not understand your vision or you had not been quick enough to avoid a career-ending blow?- but you never thought you would see her in person... and here she is, in front of you, as beautiful as you remembered from the fashion shows you only watched because of her, even though they bore you to death...

🌹 "H-Hi, I am (full name), a former school friend of Debbie. I will take care of you - I mean, I will ensure the security of all of you." you introduce yourself, feeling way more nervous than at your most important matches, and praying she cannot see you are blushing. Rose shakes your hand as she looks you over, and while she had privately thought the group didn't need a bodyguard until a moment ago, she immediately decides she was wrong - or at least, that she is happy Debbie chose you for the job.  

🌹 In the following days you and Rose quickly become friends, and while you can't forget the huge crush you had on her, and that is back in full force now that you have actually met the object of your desires, you learn to appreciate her quirky, clever yet self-conscious personality, the capable designer who has been forced to join a heist because she is in debt with the IRS. You are a pretty odd couple but you get along very well, so much that Debbie and Lou decide to send you with Rose to Cartier to examine the necklace, acting as her assistant and bodyguard.  

🌹 You have never found anything as sexy and enticing as Rose's voice when she speaks French; she mistakes your blushing for envy and offers to teach you. You are initially resentful of Daphne, who Rose has to meet pretending to offer her services for the MET Gala, fearing the younger, sexy and self-assured woman will attract your friend's attention. It doesn't, since Rose has already started developing feelings for you.

🌹 The two of you discuss each other's fall from grace. You are outraged that the fashion world did not recognize her talent, while Rose is sincerely saddened a single blow was enough to end your career, many years before than you expected. You recognize that you are both going through a similar predicament: you have lost what you enjoyed doing and gave a direction to your life, and now you don't know what to do with your time in the future.

🌹 "You could go back designing clothes; once you have paid your debts, you could open a new fashion house, and sooner or later everyone will recognize how talented you are." you propose, and Rose thinks about it for a while before answering that while she cannot see herself working anywhere but in the fashion industry, she would rather re-start with something small, maybe selling her creations through a shop, to get her confidence back and learn from her past mistakes.

🌹 "I envy you; I cannot go back doing what I did, and there is nothing I could do, and be happy with it, but to be a fighter, so I don't really know what I will do with my life..." you sigh, and Rose, sitting next to you, looks at you, hating how dejected you look. "Could you not work in the world of combat sports, just not at a fighter?" she proposes, and you blink. "What?" "Well, as a talented fighter, there must be someone interested in your competence. You could become a trainer, or open a gym that focuses on teaching combat sports. There are also former athletes that become spokespeople, sport commentators, and a lot of other things. You could be anything you want, believe me; you are clearly tenacious and smart enough."

🌹 It is... an interesting idea, one you decide to seriously reflect on, but the thing you appreciate the most is Rose taking an interest in your life and complimenting you. You are enjoying the moment so much that when she timidly speaks again, you completely miss her words. "What? Sorry, did you say something?" "I... I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink, tonight. Wi-with me." Rose repeats; she is stuttering, but takes courage seeing that your expression is that of a woman who has received the best present of her life "There is a little bar not far from here..."

🌹 Obviously you accept, flattered and happy. You and Rose spend a lovely evening sharing a drink at the bar and then taking a walk in the city, talking and having fun together as if you had known each other for decades. You still think she is out of your league -and don't know she is thinking the very same thing about you- but enjoy her company nonetheless. At one point you stop next to a little park to admire the view, a man runs past you... and grabs Rose's bag, snatching it from her. She screams, and you, not even thinking about it, run after the man, that you soon reach and punch violently in the face, forcing him to leave Rose's bag.

🌹 You are breathless -you have trained as a fighter, not a runner, and that guy was fast!- but the grateful smile Rose gives you makes the effort more than worthy; and then she kisses you on the cheek in thanks, and you spend the rest of the night feeling on cloud nine.

🌹 In time, you also confess how much of a fan of her fashion house you have always been, which flatters Rose to no end. “I would have never worn them, though, obviously; your clothes, I mean.” “How so?” “Well... look at me.” you point out, surprised you need to explain it “I don’t exactly have the body tipe for high fashion, do I? A dress by you, no matter how elegant, would be wasted on an person as ungraceful as me. I have always worn sports clothing, jeans and trainers at best; with a dress and heels I would probably look ridiculous.” Rose does not comment, but you can clearly see she disagrees.

🌹 In the end, you and your allies' mission begins; you have to intervene three times to protect Rose and the others from those who would hurt you, and in the end you are 34 million dollars (34 million dollars!) richer; Debbie shakes your hand and thanks you for your help, while you admit you are the one who should be grateful, and you are, because she gave you the first opportunity to feel strong, capable, in control -in a word, alive- in so many years. You are not only talking about the heist and you both know it.

🌹 Still, when it is time for you and Rose to part, everything you would like to say to her, express your feelings, tell her how much you loved meeting her and wish to give your relationship time to evolve, does not come out. You have always been shy in matters of the heart, and telling another person you are interested in them is next to impossible for you, the intensity of those feelings notwithstanding. You strongly suspect that your crush for Rose has become something much more serious and enduring, but you need to tell her, because if you hesitate now, you might never see her again...

🌹 "So... it was great meeting you. Good luck for everything, take care of yourself." These are the last words you say to her, and you regret them as soon as they leave your lips, and Rose, who has been waiting anxiously for you to speak, looks so disappointed tears have filled her eyes. "Yeah... you too." she murmurs, and after an awkward hug, you part, seemingly forever.

🌹 Time passes. You return home and, acting on Rose's suggestion, open a gym to teach combat sports; you buy and refurbish an abandoned building, hire other former athletes you knew and respected from your time as a fighter as trainers, and offer free classes to kids from low-income families or neighborhoods. You soon find out you love it, much more than as a simple diversion to occupy your time with; you learned a lot by your trainers, even when you were already an experienced fighter, and it is a genuine joy to pass your experience and knowledge to younger athletes, to help them achieve their potential or even more importantly to give them a direction in life, a way to channel their energy in a constructive manner, teach them discipline and keep them away from the streets. Your good name as a fighter has not been forgotten and soon the gym attracts a high number of pupils, and so you keep yourself busy, and productive, and happy, for the first time in many years.

🌹You have heard that Rose has started designing clothes again, selling them through a shop she manages personally as she told you was her intention, but six months pass before you have the courage to look for her; your friendship had lasted only for a few weeks, the most insecure part of you keeps whispering in your ear, and while you had really bonded, whatever feelings she might have harboured for you must have been forgotten, maybe -and how it hurts to think that!- in favour of someone else, younger and prettier and more elegant... 

🌹 In the end you decide to try, no matter how embarassing it might be, because otherwise you know you will regret it forever. You wear your best clothes and even put some make up on, buy some flowers and go, determined to ask Rose out for a date. You come into the shop, find her fixing a beautiful dress on a mannequin... and when she sees you, she almost screams. "(name)! It is you!"

🌹She is clearly happy to see you, flattered to receive your flowers and happy to know you have followed her advice to open a gym, but before you can say -stutter, most likely- what you actually came to see her for, she quickly leaves to reach the back of the shop, and comes back a minute later with a large, flat box. "I would have come to see you soon. I am sorry it took me so long, this literally arrived this morning, I had to change the design five times because it never seemed right, didn’t seem you... but I hope you like it."

🌹 She offers you the box, that you open with shaking hands. Neatly folded inside there is a dress, the most beautiful dress you have ever seen, in the style that you had admired the most among Rose's creations, years ago, with coordinated shoes, a jacket and even jewels. It fits you perfectly, and you had no idea how Rose did it since you never told her your size -can she tell just looking at you, since after all she is an experieced designer? Or has she looked at, and cares for, you so much that she has memorized your body shape, as well as what you would look best in and be happiest to wear?- but of one thing you are sure: it is the best present you have ever received, not least because it is her gifting her to you.

🌹 "Thank you, I... I do not know what to say, I cannot wait to put it on..." you say, and Rose smiles, and for a precious, beautiful minute, it is like you are understanding each other, your fears and your hopes and your feelings, without the need to speak them out loud. You take a deep breath and add: "... maybe I could wear it to take you out for dinner, one of these nights?"

🌹Rose beams. "(name), nothing would make me happier."

[floguapo]

Reem Ahmed SALAMA vs Li RANRAN | Female Kumite 50 kg BRONZE | WKF WORLD ...

[sunnybomber]

Choose your bomber; trivia

Selection of random thoughts and hcs for the bros

Yapping below.

White/Shiro

The meanest thing he's ever said was, "I was not impressed with your performance tonight."

Is a fan favorite for the exact opposite reason black is, he's very respectful to all of his opponents, even black. He considers them more as competitors rather than opponents.

Wanted to fight because of karate movies and martial arts films.

Slowly became more adjusted to Brazilian Jiu-jitsu and incorporated elements of it (sweeps, reverses etc) into his wrestling.

Uses a jumping/lunging punch, or "superman punch" to catch opponents off guard.

Was a DEFENDING champion (of a regional organization) at a very young age before making it to the world stage.

Many consider him the only true mixed martial artist.

Aged (age in context refers to cumulative lasting damage a fighter takes over the course of the career) very well, is mostly defensively sound.

Only black has ever finished white with strikes.

Him and black began training together. It was mutually beneficial, with white being able to improve his striking in sparring black and black being able to improve his defensive grappling with white.

Mentored red through his regional career, but both had to split off to different trainers at the professional level.

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Black/Kuro

If the term "crash out" was a person.

opposite to white, he spouts pure vinegar and genuinely seems like he hates his opponent.

White and black are 3-2 respectively, with 1 draw.

Both have finished eachother, black in their first fight by R4 TKO and white in their 6th fight by R2 SUB.

His respect only comes post-fight, win or lose. It really throws people off.

Regularly gets into legal trouble for his antics outside of the cage.

One of his opponents teams tried to intimidate one of his teammates, so he gathered them together and swarmed the bus they were on.

Also smashed a bottle on one of his opponents coaches head when they shoved his coach.

Will regularly escalate situations (I'm changing up his character a bit for this, as I will be for the others but his will be most apparent)

Wasn't a good role model at all but would have peaked later in life and matured.

Is NOT a fan of the stick-and-move style despite having the physical attributes to suit it best. He never does something for no reason, everything is done to set up more offense and pile it on.

Despite being a longer, rangey fighter he also prioritizes body shots very well. His favorite kick is the spinning back kick to the body.

Is a master at keeping fights standing, black is actually what got white to improve his grappling to the championship level, by learning how to hold someone as skilled as black down

Funny enough, after he got subbed by red he approached white about training with him, and it was after theyd already fought 3 times.

Granted, neither thought they'd be fighting again, let alone 3 more times.

Shiro and Kuro's rivalry stands as one of the longest running rivalries, as well as the biggest draw in the sports' history.

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Blue/Ao

Was actually a D1 (Division 1) wrestler. His first ten wins were either by ground & pound TKO or slam KO.

Was team mates with red during the regionals (amateurs.)

Blue opted to start a bit later than red and stayed in the regionals for experience.

Red and blue are 1-1, both having finished eachother with strikes.

Red beat blue by standing TKO and blue pulled a 1-off head kick and KOd red.

Gets stunned/wobbled but very difficult to drop.

Has Never been KOd... yet

If he gets cracked really badly he has a tendency to "zombie" his way back into the fight instead of just going down or shooting a takedown.

Accidentally defended his own takedown once after getting wobbled badly.

Since he dropped pressure-wrestling almost entirely, his offensive grappling isn't as good at the top level. But he retained enough to be able to deny takedowns.

Realized he had heavy hands after narrowly escaping a submission and turning his opponents' lights out with a right hand after standing the fight back up.

Is still quite susceptible to upper-body takedowns or well timed entries.

Began developing leg kicks after realizing opponents had a harder time running from his power punches if he damages their legs.

Is actually quite intelligent with his power, always has a plan to "deliver" that power as efficiently as possible.

Has a tendency to get trigger happy, sometimes needs to be reminded by his coach to "take 30 to 40 percent off your shots"

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Pretty

Mentor to pink as well as a team mate and co-trainer to her.

Essentially pioneered the "karate blitzc" style.

Very upright posture, tends to go for "straight kicks" like teeps and lead-leg side kicks.

Can and will break components like opponents' hands if they block too much.

Developed slick boxing and fast 1-2s and 1-2-1s after losing a decision to black where he left too little room for her to kick, but just enough to punch.

Her and black made an agreement pre-fight that neither of them is shooting takedowns. It'd be a pure striking match-up.

As opposed to black, where he relies on a mixture of building up damage and offense over the course of the fight, pretty almost exclusively builds damage throughout a fight.

Alot of her finishes are ref/corner stoppages. Like black, she's not exactly known for putting people's lights out.

She likes to "snap" her kicks out from her hips, this makes it tough to tell what kicks she's throwing and when to defend against it.

Her grappling is a bit less effective than black, she also trained with white (also got to train with black to improve her boxing) in an attempt to get around this but she's never been huge on wrestling.

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Aqua

Was mainly a pressure wrestler who'd submit her opponents but wasn't too active offensively. She'd get the takedown and wait for an opportunity to present itself rather than taking the initiative. basically a "lay n pray" style of grappling.

Occasionally goes for submissions. Landed quite a few earlier in her career, she has several decision wins during this period as well.

The audiences weren't too happy with this.

Very good at reversing/scrambling out of bad positions.

She's still the only person to ever KO red stiff with a single punch.

Even after rolling most of the impact off, black was still wobbled.

The closest anyone's ever came to dropping black.

Not very much skill on the feet (on the feet = standing and striking) but her punching power is usually enough to put most on the back foot.

Very good durability. Has yet to be finished by strikes.

Has a knack for winging big looping overhands.

Has been described as a new fighter ever since her big win over red. She's been described as more of a "marauder."

The shift in fan perspective on her has been night and day. Went from being seen as a boring pure-wrestler to one of the most volatile and exciting fighters on the roster due to the fact that she can end the fight at any time if she lands flush.

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Red

Very good analyst, can sometimes get someone's style down on the fly.

Very good mix of speed and power, although hits quite hard himself.

He regularly trades power for speed and vice versa, he relies on cumulative damage just like black but his punching power is much more intimidating.

Very good wrestler during the regionals. Once he went pro, he began to develop good boxing and kickboxing but made sure to keep up on his grappling.

This gives him an extra layer of both offensive and defensive versatility.

Uses an odd, older school style of blocking where he cover-blocks one side normally with its respective hand and crosses the other hand over his face, in a modified "cross-guard"

Has finishes by both strikes and submissions.

Good defense, tough to hit clean due to mixture of blocks and movement. Has good durability for when defense fails.

Maintains that black was his toughest fight, despite red having 3 victories over him.

Misses training with white.

Very outspoken and direct, isn't a fan of trash talk and when he does talk trash, he means it.

Tends to take things a little too personally

Is the most thrown off by blacks' behavioral patterns.

Despite being younger, he's actually considered a veteran having nearly as many fights as white and black.

This is because he opted to turn professional as soon as possible.

Generally a stand up guy, he hates fouls though.

Can be a little salty sometimes.

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Pink

Most of whats applied to pretty can also be applied to pink as far as styles go.

Very kick heavy, but whereas pretty likes to keep both her hands low, pink always makes sure she has her right hand glued to her face.

This is because she found out she was a bit "chinny" after getting finished.

Since the defensive adjustments she's been far too elusive to finish with just one strike.

Can get wobbled and dropped, but can usually weather it out.

I honestly wish I had more to say about pink... I'll work more of it out as I go.

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Yellow

Like pretty, usually likes to keep both hands low.

Also a little chinny, but their division also has some pretty heavy hitters so it's not surprising.

Their offensive skill is incredible, known for putting on kickboxing masterclasses on top opponents

Very slick with their boxing but mixes kicks into it as well.

Their favorite combination it's a 1-2 followed by a rear-leg roundhouse kick.

Very jolly individual, very different from how much of a killer their are in the cage.

Loves to do funny promotional material.

One time went to a press conference dressed as a famous wrestler.

Has gotten knocked out one time.

In the rematch with the same person, they made the improvements and took the champion to a razor thin decision... one that they were, sadly, on the losing end of.

Since then, modified their style to do as much damage to opponents as efficiently as possible.

Has pretty underrated wrestling. Rarely needs it but can be expected to mix it up every now and again.

Pretty good takedown entries, although to their own admission, can get a bit overzealous with them.

Actually won the interim championship, not quite the undisputed title but it was a belt that put them next in line for the undisputed title.

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Green

Also don't have much I can say about them.

Deceptively long arms for their frame, often catches opponents off guard.

Perfected their "rubber guard" during the regionals.

Has some of the most mindboggling scrambles and reversals ever (in the context of grappling)

Somewhat of a submission specialist off their back.

Career will not last long due to buildup of damage but it'll be a spectacular one for sure.

Fights are always so volatile. One moment it looks like green is gonna get finished, then they roar back and end up finishing their opponent.

Very unorthodox training methods, heavily cardio and durability focused.

More often than not, stops their opponent on cuts or swelling, I.E a doctor stoppage.

Their opponents never look too good after the fight.

Is considered the "boogeyman" of their division.

At the start of their career, they had a very tough time getting fights because no one wanted to fight them.

[sensei-venus]

Rise Of The Viper- (1/?)

All Valley was a phase to Reader (Y/N) Token, nothing more nothing less. California was supposed to be just a simple pit stop for her. But when her aunt, her legal guardian is called to take over her other aunt's affairs after a tragic car accident, things take a turn.

Now Reader is stuck in California, forced to hang up her gi and get own with school until she graduates. No longer having to keep up a multi time karate champion look to keep making rent on time. That should be a good thing, taking a break from a long line of first-place wins. Won by pure dedication and hard work.

But when she steps into West Valley High School only to find herself in a whirlwind of emotions. Finding out the weird and almost cult-like events that happened at the school not too long ago. The weird karate war that took place just a little while ago.

Will Reader be able to keep to herself the rest of her senior year, or will new opportunities force her out of her dark lonely snake hole?

Will the new age viper strike again when poked too much?

(Unedited) (Reader Insert, Oc’s Aunt Lizz & Aunt Katie, Mentions of Death, Mention Car Accidents, Oc’s off camera deaths.)

The streets of California were heavy with traffic on that fateful afternoon. The air was thick with a heavy cloud of heat from the raging sun. It beat down on the state below. The roads where molten hot from the heat rays overhead. It felt like one of the hottest days of the year to everyone who was out and about on the streets that day.

The ac in the small silver car pumped out as much cold air as it could. It did very little, one false move on opening the windows would make the car a hot box.

Reader couldn't fathom the idea of stepping a foot out into the heat again, not until she had to at least. She rolled her eyes as she looked from her window to the windshield. They had been sitting in traffic for the past thirty minutes, the streets clogged with cars. What should have been a twenty minute car ride to the airport was quickly turning into a hour long ride. With the way things were looking, it could be even longer.

"For all those wondering about the heavy traffic out on the main roads today, it looks like that massive pile up is still not cleared up! Looks like four major roads are effected in the massive collision- we are getting word that police and medical are still on the scene, there has been no update on when the crash should be cleared up! Stay tuned for more songs from-" Aunt Lizz flicked the radio off. Her fingers twitched as she held onto the steering wheel. Her eyes surged over the sea of cars in front of them. Shifting in her seat she tried to look over the cars, looking for some kind of sign that they could start moving soon. Soon enough she let out a loud sigh and flipped back into her seat.

"Please tell me we are not going to be stuck here. I know we have only been here for three days but I kinda hate this place-"

"Oh come on you didn't even get to have any fun while we where here. All you wanted to do was go to that stupid arena hall and see that quick little karate museum. Normal kids would have killed to try and go to the beach or I don't know, had some fun~ this was supposed to be a short vacation before we hit the road again." Aunt Lizz interrupted Readers negative thoughts. She loudly tapped on the rubber car wheel in a bit of frustration. Reader looked over at her with a raised brow.

The only thought that came to mind when Aunt Lizz said "Normal Kid" was privileged kids.

Kids that didn't have to work to help keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. The ones that didn't have to work harder then that should just to get enough cash to live. That didn't over work their bones every single day to be the best.

To win championship after championship to get the prize money.

Reader thought about that hard, money was the only thing she thought about these days. She had long forgotten about the other things, about the trophies or fame. None of that mattered to her anymore, it never really did in the first place. The first few tournaments where fun. Keeping her entertained for a while, they where fun and new to her. No longer did she simply train for herself, but to win against someone else in a ring. The mats called to her at every competition she entered, urging her to fight. To bring out her full potential against every opponent she faced.

That was fun for a while, but now it was normal in her eyes.

The fun had long since run its course and now it was only a goal of a quick victory and money.

Reader closed her eyes in thought before huffing "Yeah well that's all I wanted to do while we where here. Maybe I wanted to do my own little fun thing, normal kids can suck dick for all I car."

"Language!" Aunt Lizz hissed making Reader moan. She hated when Reader used any kind of foul language, even if she herself used it quite often. Reader shimmied down in her seat and crossed her arms. Fingers digging into the bottom of her shirt, taking over the line of her chubby belly at the very bottom.

The karate exhibit was all she wanted to do, that's what she found fun. She enjoyed reading about history, that included old commotions and tournaments. When her Aunt had talked about going to California for a break for all of their past moving, she knew she had to check out the exhibit.

All-Valley may have been a state wide and recognized competition, but that didn't mean it stayed in just CA.

It was a very popular event even outside the state. Their where all kinds of forms all over the internet that discussed it. The tournament had been held for quite a few decades which spurred a whole fanbase online. People from all generations would chime with their experiences and thoughts surrounding the event. Even people from the 70s and 80s could be found online talking about it.

When she happened upon some of the reddits talking about it she was instantly interested. She read all she could about the past of the huge event.

One thing that brought her down was the fact that she sadly missed the last tournament by months. It wouldn't be held for another year or so. It was sad but she knew they would most likely not be coming back to the state anytime soon. There where other events she wanted to be in- no needed to be in. She couldn't wait on CA for a stupid low ranking event like All-Valley.

All-Valley wasn't going to pay the rent any time soon let's put it that way. She had other more important things to think about. Other tournaments that would pay a hefty prize for her hard work.

"Well it's a good thing we left early then. We have about four hours before our flight takes off anyway. At least we have some nice ac going." Aunt Lizz laughed a little while fanning herself. Reader quickly blinked bringing herself out of her negative thoughts. She gave her a small nod while going back to looking out of the window. She needed to think positively, not think about things like what if.

The car was silent for a while, only the blaring of the ac fan and the sounds of pissed-off car horns.

What felt like hours ticked by before a sharp loud phone ringing went off. Aunt Lizz jumped a little in her seat before looking around. Quickly she searched her pockets for her buzzing phone. She cussed under her breath as she finally found the blaring object. She placed it near her ear while answering the call. Her voice was little pitched saying "Yes this is Lizz Token, who's this?". The smile on her face slowly went, replaced by a serious look.

Reader couldn't tell what was going on as she watched her aunts face twist up. It was almost like her face didn't know what to do. Not knowing if she would be serious or upset.

Reader couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the line, the ac was too loud for that. All she could go off of was her aunt's face.

"I understand, I can be there in about two hours. I can set up the arrangements once I get there, thank you for call me. Goodbye." Her voice was neutral and bull as she clicked to end the call. She slowly sat the phone down in her lap, her eyes trained hard on the road ahead of them. She looked absolutely defeated.

"We aren't getting on the plane."

There was a long pause as the two of them sat in the quiet car.

Before Reader could even get a word out Aunt Lizz said.

"Your Aunt Katie is dead. She down at the morgue at Saint John's, she died in the traffic accident on the freeway."

Reader wanted to say something, anything that could change the mode. But she found think of a single thing. Both her mind and emotions were fogged over by the news.

"I never said anything but Katie put me under her affairs if anything where to happen to her. When we where little...she was really sick, it made her paranoid. She didn't want to leave any cracks on her estate if she died young. I just never thought..." her breath shook a little before she continued " Something like this would actually end up happening." Her eyes started to well up with fat tears. Soon they were silently streaming down her cheeks. A hand covered her mouth as she sobbed.

Her silent weeping went on for a while.

Reader could only look out her window with down cased eyes. Head resting heavily against the cool glass. Small tears pooled at the edge of her eyes.

None of them fell, she had already cried enough for the dead.

Aunt Katie was just another face that would fade from her mind over time.

Once again she was stuck because death decided to try and box her in.

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The hospital was much colder than the car had been by a long shot. The sliding doors of the building opened almost gracefully. A puff of fresh cold air hit Reader right in the face while walking in. Aunt Lizz's tears were long gone but a warm burn was still on her cheeks. Her eyes were puffy and red from her tears in the car. With a small smile, she walked up to a nurse at the front desk. Her voice was low, almost in a whisper as she asked for directions to whoever she would need to speak to.

She could only guess that the morgue was somewhere lower in the building.

If it wasn't for the sad fact that her Aunt Katie was a close relative Reader would have tried to pull a basement joke. But she knew it was better to keep her mouth shut right now. The bitter wound was still wide open. It would be rubbing salt into an open wound.

The nice nurse at the desk instructed them to another floor in the building. It was a bit lower but not by much only a floor it two down from the main lobby. Both thanked the women before heading to the elevator. Luckily they found an open and empty one and rode it down. Getting out of the elevator they found themselves in a still decently crowded hallway. People and staff roamed the open hallway, Reader did her best to step out of their way as they tacked down the hall. She was quick to stay as close to her aunt as possible as they walked. After a few minutes, they finally found the nurse's station for the floor.

After a bit of talking and some paperwork was checked off a staff member offered to escort them down to the morgue. Another member of staff along with a doctor would be down there to give more details about Aunt Katie's untimely death.

Just as Reader was about to follow behind them Aunt Lizz turned around and stopped her in her tracks.

"You stay here kid, Katie was a special case and I kinda respect her for that. I know she wouldn't have wanted you to see her like that. Not now and not ever okay? You can just stay here and wait for me to come back. I won't be long I promise." before Reader could complain about the situation Aunt Lizz was walking down the hallway. Reader sighed before looking around. There had to be something to do around here while she waited. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some chairs near the nurse's station.

Slowly she walked one and sat down for a moment. Looking around she took in her surroundings.

There were a lot of people but most of them looked to be nurses and other hospital staff. She only noticed one or two doctors walk by the whole time she was sitting there. Reader's eyes gazed over the white walls and white tiled floor. The hospital made her stomach turn and not because of her bad past with them. There was just something about the sickly clean yet stuffy air that made her shiver. Gut turning and nose itching to get as far away from the place as possible.

In an attempt to look past the sick feeling in her belly, she turned her attention back to the nurse's station. She watched as a few nurses stopped in, writing things on charts, going through the computers that line the inside of the tall desk. A few looked through an old filing cabinet near the wall. They pulled files out while a few put some new ones in. Her eyes watched as a woman in hospital scrubs went into one of the old mental draws and pulled out a file. Before she could get too far down the hall the whole file slipped form her hands and onto the floor. Papers were tossed everywhere and a few even floated to the floor.

Quickly Reader rushed over and started to help pick up some of the fallen papers. She stacked them in the crook of her arm before looking up to meet the eyes of the other woman.

She was met with two big pools of rich brown eyes staring back at her, a small smile on her lips.

"Thank you so much for helping me sweetie, I can't believe no one tried to help me out here." she laughed a little under her breath. All Reader could do was smile and give a small laugh back. Shifting the papers to her hand she helped to place them back into the flimsy paper file once again.

"Why are you down here? This isn't a patient floor, did you get lost looking for someone?" she questions with a raised brow. Reader takes notice of the small badge on her scrubs. Carmen Diaz, X-Ray. It sat clipped to her shirt pocket perfectly, the laminate holder shining in the dim overhead light.

Reader shakes her head with a small smile "No uh, I don't want to sound...one of my aunt's died....she was one of the ones killed in the big traffic accident earlier today. I'm with my other aunt here to collect her things. But....my aunt didn't want me to see her body so she's making me wait for her here." she scratches at the back of neck. She didn't want to be the person to start venting about her relative dying to a stranger of all people. Especially to some random nurse she just met in the hallway.

"Oh I'm so sorry for your loss, I heard about the big accident. We've had a lot of the victims coming in all morning and afternoon. I only came down here because I need some records. Other wise I would still be upstairs pumping out X-rays.  Car accidents are the worst because just about everyone needs an X-ray." she says with a light-hearted tone. Carmen gives her a small smile which lightens the mood a bit. There is almost a nurturing nature that sounds like her.

"You know I have a son around your age."

"Oh really?" Reader taps her foot a bit while looking around. Her nerves start to act up the longer she stands in the sanitized hallway.

"Yes, his name is Miguel. I know he hates hospitals too." she takes notice of Reader's sore posture. Clearly seeing how anxious she is, watching as her eyes dart around the place. Her eyes never stay in one place for too long.

Reader snorts saying "Well I have to agree with him, but also who REALLY likes hospitals in general? I mean I know we need them but who actually likes them like that." Carmen tries not to laugh. Sometimes she forgot how blunt some teens could be. Miguel wasn't the sort to be overly blunt so it was little new for her. However, she still dealt with a lot of teens these days with multiple personalities.

"I just know he would say the same thing. Iv offered to let him come to work with me to feel things down but he turned me down every single time. Though I know you kids would rather be out messing with friends and all of that kind of stuff. I guess that's one thing that will never change with teenagers, no matter what generation." Reader wants to agree with her but can't.

She has spent most of her early teenage years moving around and tracing that she never did much with others. She really couldn't keep friends long enough for thy kind of stuff. Bouncing from state to state every other month or even to another country. That didn't give her many opportunities to make friends. On rare occasions, she would meet up with some of her opponents from past karate events. But those special moments were far between. It was sad to think about for too long.

"Reader! Come on we have to go now." the voice of Auny Lizz buzzed from the nurses station. She smiled and motioned for Reader to come back. Reader sighed before turning back to Carmen.

"Well it was nice meeting you Carmen, maybe we will meet again sometime."

"Well hopeful it's under better circumstances and not at a hospital. Have a good day Reader and stay safe out there." Carmen grinned before waving her off.

Reader couldn't help but smile just a little bit. It wasn't exactly an exciting conversation but she couldn't lie that she felt a little better. Maybe she just needed to get her mind off the sad news. Reader followed next to her Aunt as they walked back to the elevators.

"Who was that?"

"Just a nice X-ray lady, she was telling me about her son. I guess her around my age."

"Well maybe that's a good thing, maybe you can meet up with him sometime."

Reader raised a brow as she hit the elevator button. The doors slowly started to close as she looked over at her Aunt for an explanation.

What did she get into this time?