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UFC: Sudden Impact is a mixed martial arts game released for the PlayStation 2 in 2004, developed by Opus and published by Global Star Software. It falls under the category of fighting games, but unlike your typical arcade brawler, it focuses on recreating the sport of mixed martial arts as seen in the UFC. The game features a roster of real-life UFC fighters, each with their own unique combat styles, such as Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, Wrestling, and Kickboxing, allowing for a wide variety of fighting strategies.

One thing I like about Sudden Impact is its blend of striking, grappling, and submission techniques. It tries to mimic the dynamic nature of MMA by allowing players to mix things up during a fight—whether it's throwing punches and kicks or taking the fight to the ground for a submission attempt. It offers a variety of modes, including an arcade-style mode where you fight your way to the championship and a story mode that is probably the most interesting part of the game.

In story mode, you create your own fighter and train him, progressing through the ranks of the UFC, unlocking new moves, and customizing his fighting style as you go. I found this mode to be engaging because it adds some depth to the typical fight-after-fight formula, making you feel invested in your character's development.

In terms of presentation, the visuals are decent for a 2004 PS2 game, though not groundbreaking. The fighters look recognizable enough, and the animations are functional, though a bit stiff at times. What stands out more is the range of moves and how it captures the chaotic feel of an MMA match, with fighters able to transition between different phases of combat—striking, clinching, and grappling—pretty smoothly. However, the AI can sometimes feel a bit unbalanced; some matches feel too easy, while others ramp up the difficulty unexpectedly.

For fans of the sport, UFC: Sudden Impact offers an authentic experience, though it has its flaws. The controls can feel a bit clunky, especially when trying to execute more complex moves or submissions. Honestly, I would have preferred the rounds to last in real time, rather than the accelerated timer where one second feels like five. This creates a sense of urgency that isn’t necessary, as MMA is often about strategy and patience, not rushing. Still, it’s a solid attempt at bringing MMA to a gaming platform, especially considering the hardware limitations of the time.

To sum it up, if you want a UFC experience on the PS2 that balances action with some customization and depth, Sudden Impact delivers on that front. However, if you're after a more refined game with smoother gameplay and challenging AI, you might find it lacking in those areas.

PS: In this video, I’m working my way up to the gold in Tournament Mode as Andrei 'The Pitbull' Arlovski, one of my all-time favorites alongside Mark Coleman and Bas Rutten.

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Writing Fight Scenes Part 8 - Illegal Strikes

Sorry this took a while to get out, school has been kicking my ass (but what's new) and I couldn't think of a topic to tackle, until I had a vision in my grocery store parking lot. Up until this point, I've been talking about 'honorable' martial arts/fighting techniques. But what happens if your character is just a cunt?

I'm going to talk about types of illegal hits (learned from my time in martial arts/watching UFC fighting, not from my own exploits) and when/why your character would ever want to do such a sucky thing

TW: injury mention, death mention, brief eye horror mention.

Please tread carefully if you're sensitive to violence! I fully anticipate having a personal case of the heebie jeebies by the time I'm done writing this post

Types of Illegal Hits

When I was still actively practicing martial arts, my instructor would sing (to the tune of 'head, shoulders, knees and toes') "eyes, ears nose throat and groin, throat and groin" which, honestly, is most of what you need to know. But I'm going to expand on that a little bit

Back of the head

Specifically, the junction between your character's spine and your neck. If you poke around, you'll find a little divot there. That is where the brain stem is, which connects the spinal cord to the rest of the brain. As opposed to the rest of the head, especially the forehead/frontal bone, the back of the head is kinda squishy/not well-protected by the skull. This is a magnificent design flaw, because the brain stem controls most involuntary vital functions like breathing and heart rate, which means that a hit to the back of the head could send a character to meet their maker

Throat

Throat strikes can also be life-threatening because, as you might've guessed, it will impact a character's breathing (or, in the worst cases, the neck bones). The larynx is at the top of the throat column, whereas the trachea is at the bottom. Ultimately, the terminology doesn't matter too much, because both are very bad places for your character to be hit. The suprasternal notch, which is the divot between the collarbones, at the very base of the neck, is not a fun place to be hit, but it won't kill your character (Rio, one of my characters, motherfucker unlimited, hits one of his classmates here and nearly gets suspended)

Eyes

Explains itself. A character would probably want to use their thumbs

Ears

There are a couple here. Right behind the ears/corners of the jaw are some particularly nasty soft spots. I used to think it was the eustachian tubes, but I could be wrong, maybe it's actually the lymph nodes, or something else entirely. Either way, I was once hit here with an oven mitt that was tossed at my face, and it brought me to the ground

Also, there's something called a 'thunderclap' which is basically a character clapping their palms over an opponent's ears (less of a cupping/holding motion and more of a simultaneous smack). The sudden change in pressure will rupture their opponent's eardrums, which 1. Hurts like a bitch and 2. Will at least temporarily deafen them

Knees

This one is kinda tricky because some strikes aimed at the knees are okay (kicking out the backs of the knees isn't fun, but it won't ruin a character's year), and some are not. It's not cool to aim at the front and top of the knee, because that's how dislocations happen. Your character ought to stomp, rather than kick - gravity gives some assistance and even if the opponent bends their knee in preparation, it still has a good chance of breaking

Why would a character throw illegal hits?

Because, clearly, they can be pretty devastating. I'm not going to tell you that a character can't throw these kinds of hits during a sparring match, but they really shouldn't, unless you're trying to prove that they are a bitch (like my kid, Rio). That's because friendly/instructional sparring matches are defined by a sense of mutual respect and good sportsmanship - the goal is to improve the skills of one or both parties, not to maim. But, on the other hand, it could be a pretty powerful characterization moment if a character gets worked up and smashes their sparring partner's knee in. Any character who disregards combat etiquette, whether intentionally or impulsively, is bound to build a reputation for themselves both within the narrative and among the fandom

Primarily, however, these underhanded hits are best utilized in a self-defense scenario, especially when your character is otherwise at a steep physical disadvantage (shorter/lighter/weaker/etc.) It's also okay to pull these out during a serious, but more evenly-matched, fight between two characters. Just, again, remember that it's really not nice, and that the victim character would probably be well within their rights to seek revenge at the next available opportunity

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Frosty Ruins Leverage S5 E2 "The Blue Line Job"

Shows like this have a habit of dipping their toes into worlds they don't understand and come across as ignorant to people who are a part of it. Within the first minute I can already tell this hockey themed episode was written by someone who doesn't watch hockey. Think the gamergate episode of law and order svu if you want to get an idea how out of touch it is. There's also some very subtle propaganda to their description of the scenario the episode covers. To begin the episode they talk about a hockey player having concussion issues and in just a few sentences nail a few bullshit talking points that the media and the anti-violence in hockey crowd like to spread.

The first is that fighting is a major cause of concussions, it just isn't, while concussions are a serious risk in hockey…(and part of the reason players are paid millions of dollars to play the game professionally) they are almost never because of a fight, the amount of hockey players concussed in a fight is statistically zero. Concussions typically do not result from blunt impact and hockey fights tend to only last a few dozen seconds at most, and they are normally wearing a helmet, though they sometimes take them off because there is a greater risk of injuring your hand in a fight than your head. The risk of concussion in a hockey fight is significantly lower than in say boxing or UFC where they hit each other in the head repeatedly over a longer period of time and each combatant trains exclusively for fighting... and yet even they can have long careers of being pummeled before any serious concussion issues arise and sometimes they don't at all. In hockey you are far more likely to be concussed by being body checked or simply falling or crashing into the boards. This is because concussions are more likely when the brain is being shaken by a sudden and rapid change in momentum, which happens when you are travelling at high speed on skates and come to an abrupt halt. It's why helmets don't really help all that much when it comes to concussions and why with zero fighting at all it's a big concern in football.

The other lie is that players are forced to fight when they could otherwise be good talented hockey players. They say this with a line about how fast the player was and how he was good until they saw how good his punching was. If you know who typically filled the role of fighter/enforcer you would know these were very large men who typically were too large to be very quick, with some exceptions of course. And if an enforcer was really good at hockey it was utilized and celebrated because the best kind of hockey player was someone who was skilled and tough, the problem is those guys were rare and are virtually extinct now. This idea that skilled players are wasting their potential by being tough guys is a fantasy of the violence averse. The reality was that most of the guys whose job it was to fight and protect their teammates…they would not be playing hockey at all if not for fighting. Fighting was a way to make millions playing a game they love, it had risks and downsides of course but most all of them say they loved it and would do it all over again if they could, while there are complainers who are mostly looking for a payday now that their careers are over, the biggest advocates of fighting in hockey are the guys who do it and the guys who did it their whole career. The line at the end says it all and speaks to an issue larger than sports or tv. "I need you to save my dad from himself" The idea that people can't make informed decisions on their own behalf is repugnant to me. Here's a quote from current NHL tough guy Ryan Reaves which I think more accurately sums up the opinion of the people most effected "Make hockey violent again."

The other thing they get wrong is really serious concussion issues don't crop up until much later, you don't get punched and start forgetting that people died. The other problem I have is they key on this notion of a hockey where its mostly fighting with hockey in between, based on a joke "I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out." Which is just that..a joke… an exaggeration. Most games even at the peak of fighting in hockey typically have one or two fights or sometimes none at all…as I mentioned before these took up 2 minutes of time maximum…the hockey game takes 60 minutes. Yet they present this joke as a reality.

I will give them credit though they did accurately depict both sides of the debate for the most part, the problem is one side of the debate is largely fostered by retards who know nothing about hockey…mostly the media. The issue is hockey is not as popular as other league sports, so most journalists who cover it are people who would much rather be covering some other less violent sport but took whatever job they could get…and tend to have nothing else to say about hockey..and concussions and violence is a good click baity way for these know nothing sports newspigs to have something to say. It's why despite other sports being 100% fighting you don't hear as much controversy about them. There is zero hockey in boxing and yet fighting in boxing is okay, there is zero hockey in UFC and yet UFC is okay…so why is some fighting in hockey a big fucking deal? The players like it, the fans like it and the teams making money like it. Oh but sorry there's somebody we forgot to consult to see if it was ok…journalists and soccer fans.

My other issue is they are simply blanket believing this lie that the league is hiding medical information. The fact is up until fairly recently the medical information was that concussions were not as serious. The issue wasn't that it was hidden it's that the research wasn't there yet and we didn't know what we do now. They act like a simple MRI shows what they are looking for but even in the most severe cases of CTE you need to do an autopsy to be able to determine what they claim can be shown by an MRI.

And even that being said, now that we know that concussions are more serious…there are still hundreds and hundreds of elite players willing to take those risks, and tens of thousands maybe millions more who wish they were good enough to be able to take the risks and play professional hockey. These are people, they have agency they can make their own choices and they are compensated handsomly. It's nobodies business to step in and remove their ability to make those decisions.

The acting is also terrible across the board, the comically strawmanned owner who claims the fans don't come to see hockey but blood on the ice just hammers home the point that no hockey fans were involved in the making of this episode.

They also show at one point that the enforcer in question has some kind of secret contract where he doesn't make money unless he fights in every game…totally illegal totally unenforcable, no league major or minor would have a contract stipulation anything like that at all. That on its own is so ridiculous it's laughable…but they take it a step further and have the owner pay other teams players a bounty on his own player so he doesn't have to pay contract bonuses.

Things then get retarded when one of the main characters in an attempt to protect the aforementioned tough guy convinces the owner to sign a friend of his and play him in a game…absurd and impossible, there are rules about when players can be added to a roster it is illegal to add a player game 6 of the playoffs and that's assuming I buy the owner being convinced to play some random guy he's never met because a guy trespassing in his building challenged him to a bet a day ago. Deadline for adding players was months before the playoffs even start.

Then in the game the guys friend and last minute addition in an attempt to prevent a fight does something way more dangerous and way more likely to cause injury…he either slewfoots/knees a guy at full speed who doesn't see him coming. In hockey that is considered a very dirty play and is one of the reasons enforcers exist in the first place… to beat the shit out of guys who do stuff like that. Then the play just continues. In reality there would have been an immediate major penalty maybe even an ejection from the game and likely a series of fights as every guy on the ice would be after him. But because this is retarded fake hockey he just goes oops skates away and play continues…and the audience is supposed to see him as a hero. Then yet again this moron in his quest to put a stop to fighting executes yet another highly illegal dirty play, by charging/boarding a player on the other team who does not have the puck, this play is literally 3 penalties in one and again would likely warrant a five minute major or a double minor and would put his team shorthanded for 4-5 minutes…these two plays alone would get him benched by his coach for the rest of the game...assuming he wasn't given a game misconduct and ejected... because he's undisciplined and is costing his team penalties.

The rest of the episode that isn't hockey related is just generic cheesy heist cliches. Chick swipes id badges as she walks by, girl pulls bobby pin out of her hair to pick a lock, if you've seen a heist movie imagine that but worse. Cheesy ending…terrible episode of a show that is not for me.

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Box art comparison (JP/US/EU): UFC: Sudden Impact.

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‘We’re hurting’ - MMA community mourns UFC pioneer Stephan Bonnar’s sudden passing

‘We’re hurting’ – MMA community mourns UFC pioneer Stephan Bonnar’s sudden passing

Stephan Bonnar passed away a couple of days before Christmas, with The Ultimate Fighter pioneer and UFC Hall of Famer being just 45-years-old. One half of what was credited to be the fight that saved the UFC, Bonnar clearly made an impact with so many in the industry. His passing took the MMA community by surprise, and personalities and fighters from different eras took to social media to mourn…

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I feel like we need to round up all of the folks...

We nees to go back to subtitles like HIGH VOLTAGE or HIGH IMPACT or SUDDEN IMPACT or SUDDEN DEATH

Do it like ONE and just have UFC Fight Night: *adjective or body part* of *noun*

UFC FIGHT NIGHT: LUNGS OF ALBACORE

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Isaiah Broner vs BLADE

This one was advertised as an absolute war, and the intensity in Chicago, the looks in their eyes, you know they’re going to deliver.

Blade carefully watches her opponent’s every move as Broner looks for a way in before they finally lock up, Blade quickly turning them to the ropes, and nailing Isaiah with a knife edge chop, but Broner retaliates with a powerful forearm! Blade holds her jaw, trying to work out the sudden pain engulfing her face, but she’s forced back into the action, sliding under Broner and getting him in a waistlock. She tries to lift him, but Broner’s too heavy, and he’s able to slip behind her for a waistlock. But Blade grabs the arm, and takes him down with a Kimura, trying to lock in a headscissors as well, but Broner blocks it as he tries to escape the Kimura before it’s in too deep. But Blade gets him in a front facelock, keeping Broner grounded and trying to choke him out. It’s the best hope she can have of winning and walking out of here unscathed. With Bishop defending the Atlas Championship later tonight, the Shooters are gonna want her around and as close to 100% as she can be. Finishing Broner quickly by putting him to sleep is a surefire way to guarantee that, but unfortunately for her, Broner begins to fight back, getting to a vertical base, but he’s shoved back by a shoot kick. Blade lights him up as more and more comes, her padded leg colliding with his chest as Broner’s pinned on the ropes, before Blade whips him across the ring, and squashes him on the ropes with a running European uppercut!

With Isaiah on his hands and knees, Blade puts a foot on his right shoulder and forces his chest down to the mat, while she grabs the right arm and pulls it back. She lowers herself to sit on the shoulder as she pulls back the arm, rotating it in an uncomfortable angle. Not even close to getting Broner to give up, but taking away the feeling in his arm is going to take some power out of that Lariat. She takes the arm and bends it so the palm is face down on the ground, being held down by her left foot on his fingers, before she jumps and lands on the arm! She might’ve just broken Broner’s arm! He brings it to his chest, clutching it before Blade rips it out of his grasp and holds the right arm up, slipping a leg over his torso to keep him in place as she manipulates the fingers, bending and contorting them, before she picks them apart, breaking his fingers as well! That was an audible snap, and the entire city of Chicago just winced! Broner’s reeling, and reeling bad, far more than anybody here anticipated in the early stages of this matchup. Some even considered this to be a walk in the park for someone named The Problem. But it’s been a common theme throughout Blade’s time that the MPW fans underestimate her. From the former UFC Champion, the first real Bullet Babe, to the perfect piece in the Rip City puzzle, Blade has improved tenfold and has come into her own, but lacked the first big win to set her above the rest. A victory over Isaiah Broner would have to propel her into that standing.

And Blade looks to do just that as she stays on Broner, peppering him with Muay Thai knee strikes in the corner, knocking the wind out of his lungs, until Broner’s slumped over on her. Blade pulls them out of the ropes, and once again tries to suplex Broner, but to no avail, as this time Broner starts to fight back. Blade releases him and nails him with a hard forearm smash, before she turns to run the ropes, looking to knock Broner back down - but she’s caught! Isaiah throws her overhead with a Fallaway slam! Isaiah’s back in this thing, but from the look on his face, the pain in his arm was almost too much just to do that. How can he do any of his big impact moves, let alone his finisher, if he only has one arm?

The answer seems to be a rather simple, and arguably foolish one, as Broner’s just going to fight through the pain and carry on like business as usual, as he charges Blade, squashes her on the turnbuckles with a clothesline. He used the left arm there, and now he peppers Blade with body shots, alternating between hands as he gives the former UFC standout a taste of her own medicine. Broner goes from low to high, using his forearms to knock her in the side of the head, before Blade stumbles out, her head ringing from those powerful blows. She leans on the ropes for added support before Broner goes for an irish whip, but pulls her in at the last second, hitting a Samoan Drop! Broner crawls over and hooks the far leg, making the first cover of this matchup!

1… 2… Kickout!

Blade out at two! And she rolls right out to ringside, trying to put as much distance between herself and Isaiah Broner as she can while she recovers. Broner may be new to MPW, but he isn’t new to the Shooters, and knows he can’t allow her that time to recover and re-think her strategy, not with Wes Barkley on the outside coaching her. Following her out, Wes tries to warn her, but there’s nothing you can do when a freight train is barreling at high speed towards you, and Broner runs through Blade, scooping her up, and driving her into the guardrail! It nearly takes out the front row, and Blade was nearly snapped in half! And Broner continues his rampage as he drives Blade into the ring post, Blade’s pained groans accompanying the excitement buzzing through the Auditorium, before Blade’s chucked into Wes Barkley, taking him off his feet. Back inside the ring, Isaiah goes for another cover, and he might end this!

1… 2… Kickout!

Blade gets the shoulder up, and Isaiah’s on her, landing several knees to the back before he gets Blade to her feet, lifting her up, but Blade wiggles out! Wrist control on Broner, he’s spun out, but instead of going for the knee, Blade SPITS in his face! Blade spits in Isaiah Broner’s face, and asks him to bring it. Apparently getting thrown at her boyfriend has instilled a death wish in Blade, and she seals her own demise, making the first swipe at Broner, hitting an open palm strike on his cheek. Broner simply looks at her before swatting back, and these two start slapping the shit out of each other! Neither one is holding back, and they manage to hit each other at the same time, both getting a little woozy. They power up, and go back to slapping each other! Blade actually manages to turn Broner around, and she grabs him by the waist, planting him with a German suplex! Blade lands the suplex on Broner, but in the end, it doesn’t matter, as Broner rolls through! Blade doesn’t realize it until Broner grabs her by the waist, and plants her with a German suplex! Blade starts to roll through as well, but ends up collapsing, laying right beside Isaiah Broner.

Clemons scurries between both wrestlers, checking on them, as Chicago tries to get them back into the fight. Firmly behind Broner, but they like to see anybody who can hold their own trade shots with him, and want to get back into it. Broner gets on his hands and knees first, crawling over Blade, and headbutting her. Blade sits up, glaring at Broner, before grabbing him by the back of the neck and landing a forearm. He’s rocked, but Broner comes back with another headbutt, nearly taking Blade back down. The exchange continues to their feet, Blade with forearms, and Broner using his hard head. Not putting any unneeded pressure on that right arm is a smart strategy, but the headbutts seem to cause Broner to get a little more dazed a little faster, giving Blade the smallest opening to lay into him with open palm strikes, stunning Broner, before she drops him with a shoot kick. Broner gets right back up to his feet, and Blade calls him in, landing a second shoot kick. Broner right back up again, falling into Blade’s trap, and she tries to sucker him in for a scorpion kick - but Broner DROPS her with a forearm smash! Spit sprays out of Blade’s mouth as the eyes roll to the back of her head! Blade may be close to saying goodnight to Chicago, but she tries to keep fighting, pulling herself up in the corner. She catches Broner with a boot to the chin, but it doesn’t deter him any, Broner charging her again. This time, Blade uses his own momentum against him, and sends Broner crashing into the turnbuckles with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Broner hits hard, and takes a nasty landing on his right shoulder, damaging it even further!

Blade’s instantly on the attack, pummeling Isaiah with closed fists, beating him further into the corner, before she hits the ropes, and nearly takes his head off with a running face wash! Broner looks out of it as Blade pulls him out of the corner, and puts him on her shoulders! Blade lifts Isaiah, and sends him crashing down to the mat with an assertive F-5! Blade takes down Broner, and it could be for good, as she makes the cover!

1… 2… Kickout!

It’s Broner out at two this time, and Blade has him stumbling back with an uppercut. Grabbing wrist control, she sends him through the ripcord, but before she can actually deliver the knee this time, Broner scoops her up, and plants Blade with a T-Bone suplex! Broner with a timely reversal, and he says enough is enough. Slapping the mat, Broner feeds off the energy building in the Auditorium, as everyone in Chicago knows what’s coming next. He waits for the very groggy Blade to make it to her feet before he charges, going to decapitate Blade with the Lariat - but Blade turns it into a cross armbar! She scissors her legs, locking Isaiah into place, as she wrenches back on the damaged arm! Blade viciously wrenches on the arm, trying to rip it out of the socket, unless Isaiah taps first! With all the damage the right arm has taken, even if Broner finds a way out of this without tapping, what good will the arm be? Maybe it’d be better to live to fight another day - except, that isn’t really Broner’s style. He does everything he can to find a way out of the submission, reaching out with his legs in search of the ropes, but he’s too far away to find a break there.

So Isaiah does the only thing left he can do. Moving onto his knees, Isaiah stands, his face contorting into a look of pure agony as he flexes the damaged right arm, and pulling Blade up! Blade’s shaking her head as Isaiah gets her all the way up, and breaks the armbar with a powerbomb! Blade’s slammed down onto her shoulders, and Isaiah buys himself some time.

Blade looks over at Wes, the two sharing a worried look, while Clemons leans over Broner, checking on him and his arm. Wes quickly grabs a steel chair and slides it into the ring, Blade grabbing it and hiding the evidence under her chest. Clemons turns around to see Wes starting to climb up on the apron, and quickly tells him to get down, to not even think of it. Wes holds his hands up, insisting he wasn’t even doing anything, but Jake Clemons isn’t dumb enough to fall for that. As they bicker, Blade pulls out the steel chair, and swings at Broner - who punches the chair back into Blade’s face! She drops the chair, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and it’s on instinct alone she’s even on her feet! Broner hits the ropes, knocking Wes off the apron in the process, and turns Blade inside out with the Lariat! He hits it, even with the damaged arm, and Blade’s done for! Clemons turns around just in time to make the count!

1… 2… 3!

“Here is your winner, Isaiah Broner!”

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Spinning hammer fist

Hammer Fist Strike for Self Defense.

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(Kraft Maga Hammer Fist Application). The Hammer Fist is powered by the same body mechanics as a It is more effective than the spinning backfist, which is a copy of it that became popular because. The spinning backfist/hammer fist is something that you've probably seen before. A spinning hammer fist is when you have your fist horizontal with your thumb facing to the side.

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Hammer fist as g&p is effective. Hammerfist while standing is.. so. It can work, but as spinning hammerfists are sometimes taught. But like spinning elbows in MT and spinning. Still, a spinning hammer fist is doable at times. Although rare, this can knock people out instantly and is certainly effective. Aside from being awkward to throw when standing, they’re also pretty predictable and can be seen in advance. The speed of landing a standing hammer fist is far slower whilst standing compared to a jab. Get Sledgehammer and Slide Smash first to get used to evade and sprint attacks. After that, prioritize skills which have high stun damage such as Hammer Spin and Bring The Thunder.

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Ura Zuki: Close short punch, with inverted fist, similar in nature to an 'uppercut' Ushiro Empi: Back elbow strike; Yama Zuki ("mountain punch"): Wide double fisted strike (e.g. in the kata, Bassai dai and Wankan) Awase Zuki: Narrow double fisted strike; Yoko Empi: Side elbow strike; Yoko Tettsui: Sideways hammer-fist strike (e.g. in the kata. Spinning Back Fist & Spinning Hammer Fist Tutorial (Kwonkicker). Micah 'Kwonkicker' Brock is back to share why he believes the spinning hammerfist is superior over the spinning backfist. Press J to jump to the feed. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts.

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The Firefly that Guards the Fox IV

Pairing: BTS Taehyung  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Hybrid | Lawyer | Murder Mystery| Fluff | Angst | Smut [Epilogue] |

Words: 6.9K

Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters.

Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.

They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

A/N: Orig post date: 01|24|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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The tension in the air was thick cutting through the musky stress sweat odor left by previous tenants. The silence was deafening from the abrupt pause. Within seconds the fox pounced the bars, rattling the once calm metal. His eyes were blown out, tail wagging, nails elongated and ears pulled backwards against his skull. The spotlight hanging in your cell swung lightly back and forth from the impact against the bars. Chaos was a foot. You scrambled back lining up against the back wall snatching Key’s blazer shakily at the sudden appearance. His ragged breathing was cut off with, “What did you say?” His expression was vague, somewhere in between angry or upset, either way it demanded an answer. It was all on you now, you’ve grown too vulnerable and unguarded around him. You’ve already kissed her goodbye and let the hand go of the woman you used to be to him. You just started finding your footing among the team; no way were you letting that go.

You needed a way out and fast.

Taking the next steps carefully, you began chattering your teeth pulling the blazer closer to you. “Good-Good night Tae-Tae Taehyung.” You felt vulnerable with him staring at you intently, judging your character with squinted eyes. Clanking rang through the hollow hallway from the heavy main cell door addressing the presence of someone else. Taehyung turned his attention to the tall figure now at the entrance of the hall. This gave you time to puff your cheeks full of air and cluck your tongue against the roof of your mouth matching the noisy sounds. You were able to accumulate enough pressure in your mouth within those few seconds that when he turned around back to you your acting was complete. You opened your mouth while shivering releasing a billowing cloud of condensation. Physics wasn’t your favorite subject in college, but for once you could use it. He looked at you with astonishment not quiet believing his eyes, but he did. How could someone fake condensation? Your acting was solidified when he pulled his blazer tighter to himself and his body relaxed. He didn’t think it was that cold as you were making it out to be, but then again, he was a hybrid. Hybrids naturally had a higher body temperature. “Mr. Kim! That’s the only way you can address me Y/L/N.”

The tall figure standing at the main door walked towards Mr. Kim. The slow, calm pace clicks of his dress shoes was an eerie suspense since you couldn’t see the owner. Mr. Kim shifted his ears up with the new individual presence and held his now relaxed hand out to greet the figure approaching. His march halted in front of your cell with his last footstep bringing his heels alongside with a loud clap. He was standing directly under a spotlight sending chills down your spine watching the silhouetted man. The man wore a dark navy suit; you stared at his shoes making your way up the shadowed, capped figure to his head. The ample amount of medals on his left breast glimmered under the dim lighting. The silhouette face under the cap was brute. In a polite gesture, the man took off his cap bringing it down to rest against his chest. The over gelled, slicked back haired man raised his lowered head revealing the deformed left side of his face. The intense, deep scars trailed from his temple and dragged down to disappear into his collared dress shirt in three lines. The man offered a jagged smile shaking Mr. Kim’s hand in a strong grip, “Mr. Kim, you do know it’s after visiting hours, right? Even though you are a friend to this station, you can’t break the rules.” With a raised brow he gave Mr. Kim a suggestive look. The man looked down at you in unamusement, but flipped the switch suddenly into a crass smile. You weren’t a hybrid, but your intuition was telling you to get away from him. He was bad news. You could feel the goosebumps forming as he studied you, and it wasn’t from the bad acting. Mr. Kim offered a smile back, “I’m sorry Chief, it won’t happen again. I was just leaving.” Mr. Kim gave you one last look and they walked side by side out of the hallway.

Taehyung wasn’t close to the man, but he’s seen the Chief enough with his frequent visits to the station. He bowed to the Chief at the station’s main entrance and walked to his car in the parking lot. When Taehyung was out of sight, two men dressed in black with a mask and hat covering their face came behind the Chief. The chief stood unchanging his watch on the disappearing figure with his hands clasped behind his back. With a deep breath he tilted his head back rotating it clockwise cracking his neck. He slanted his head back after coming to a rest casting a deep shadow over his eyes. A menacing smile bloomed but only pulling up fully on one side, “Follow him boys.” The two men nodded and silently walked down the step steps with their hands tucked in their pockets blending in with the nightly shadows.

Taehyung drove back to the office on the nearly empty streets before heading home. He parked in the empty underground parking garage leaving his black M5 BMW in his reserved spot. He grabbed his leather briefcase from the passenger seat and draped his coat over his forearm closing the driver’s door. The click of his oxford loafers echoed in the otherwise silent garage. The ding of the elevator registered and brought him up to the fifth floor. The darkness greeted him, but he reached out for the light switch without looking having turned it off too many times from working late. He walked through the work room and glanced over at his team’s desk. It hasn’t been long since you’ve started working for him, but he’s gotten used to seeing you sitting at your desk. He could picture you sticking your pen in your bun instead of behind your ear in concentration. The swollen pout of your lips when you were stuck or frustrated. The room felt empty with out you. You’ve become a constant in his life. He stepped towards your desk smiling and grazed the surface of it with his fingers. Before he could stop himself, his cheerfully wagging tail was wrapping around the leg of the desk scent marking. When he realized what he was doing he unwrapped his tail like it touch a hot iron and back tracked towards his office. He opened the door and walked in sitting his briefcase down on one of the two leather seats across his desk. He slumped down into his swivel office chair and rested his clasped hands on his stomach reclining back. He closed his eyes going over today. The simple task he gave you turned out to be a catalytic event.

Furrowing his brows in thought, he tried deciphering if his ears have ever failed him before. When he was walking away from you, he swore he heard “Good night Tae Tae.” Only people who were close to him called him that, in fact, only his mother and Hoseok called him that. Well, that girl from the countryside used to as well, but she’s not around anymore. His phone dinged with an incoming message. Not wanting to move from his comfortable position he opened one eye to see who it was disturbing him. “Kim Kibum has sent you a video file,” projected on his lock screen. Any remaining energy was dedicated to hunching over his desk and opening the file. It was the video recording from earlier today that Kibum showed him. He shared it to his Dropbox to pull up on the larger screen of his desktop. He turned his seat to face the desktop and hit the space bar watching everything unfold. His attention was on the kids bullying David, but your shouts broke his concentration. You walked over confidently asking for them to stop, but then was thrown to the ground by a figure taller than you. A low, aggressive yell escaped his throat watching you get tossed. The armrest of his chair got a taste of his claws. Once you stood up and took control of the situation it was like watching a UFC match! He sat up right with a sudden burst of energy watching the action film play out. He even found himself cheering for you mimicking your punches. He shadows boxed along feeling like he was getting the bad guys too. You even took on a guy with a knife! When all was said and done, you turned around to the camera and smoothed your hair behind your ear and scoffed. You were just like a heroine in a movie.

His eyes started seeing double, the same posture taken on by a child with a choppy bowl cut. “Pick on somebody your own size!” She was pointing at the group of boys a few years older than her. She was the same height as him, so the comeback didn’t make any sense. She stood to the side of the half circle of boys surrounding him. They laughed at her pushing her as well to the ground. He was whining and shrieking rushing over to her to pick her up, but she stood up on her own. She went charging at the boys with no mercy. She wouldn’t let anyone pick on her fox! The light in her eyes lit up when she turned around to Tae, cheering as the boys ran away. She held out her hand to pick him off the floor in his submissive stance, “Let’s get some ice cream Tae!” He was amazed that a girl, who’s so small, was able to take on four fourth graders! He smiled his boxy smile and nodded taking her hand.

His eyes focused back on the blackened screen seeing the reflection of himself. Why was he having so many flashbacks about this girl when it concerned Y/N? He rubbed his eyes, he must be exhausted and already entering a dream like state. He needed to figure a way to get you out and settle the Miller case. He reviewed the video a few more times watching carefully for things he could use to build onto the case. He fell asleep on his desk with the video looping in the background. Mrs. Lee shook him awake. He groggily shooed her away asking for five more minutes. She shook him once again and he finally sat up with hair sticking out everywhere. His ears were twitching along with his slow blinking eyes, “Mr. Kim, did you sleep here?” He looked around his office noticing that it was now day time. “Go home and get changed before you start work for the day. Today’s going to be busy. I pushed back all your clients for today, so go ahead.” He mumbled thanks and picked up his brief case and made his way home.

You slept curled up against the corner of the cell with the blazer acting as your blanket. Knocking on the cell door woke you up, so you turned your head off the wall towards the sound. Jungkook was standing there with two ramen cups with steam leaking from the lids. He looked exhausted with his hair sticking out in random places and uneven tucked in shirt. You offered a small smile and propped yourself into an upright sitting position. Your pencil skirt restricted you from crossing your legs comfortably. Jungkook opened the cell and set a cup down in front of you. “How’d you sleep?” He asked cheekily, you picked up the chopsticks and cheerily responded, “Well I’ve never stayed in a five-star hotel before, but I felt the luxury and comfort of one last night.” He laughed at your review and cheered your cup of ramen with his. “Taehyung is coming in later to talk again with the boys, excuse me plaintiffs, who were brought in this morning. Some of them have already gone through interviews, but their parents pulled them out. Their parents were able to wiggle them out of staying in jail.” You sighed, knowing that the wealthy always get away with things; no matter the bail it was chump change to them. Money can buy some people anything for the right amount. You looked at Jungkook taking in his disheveled appearance, “You should go home. You look like you’ve stayed up all night.” He nodded while slurping up a mouthful of noodles. “I did I stayed up and went out on patrol. The recent uprising of hybrid trafficking has gotten worse.” You poked at him with your knee on his thigh, “go home Jeon.” Another knock on the cell door echoed and another officer stood with legs crossed at the entrance, “flirting with an inmate Jeon?” Jungkook choked on his broth and turned towards his partner, “Yugyeom!” You laughed along with his partner, Yugyeom. His partner introduced himself to you, but Jungkook cut it short. He got up and grumbled to you, “Taehyung will be here shortly. I’ll take your advice, see you later Y/N.” You waved him off watching Yugyeom wink at you while he threw his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. Ramen was indeed food for the soul.

The interrogation room was dark except for the florescent spotlight shinning on the single table in the center of the room. The metal folded chairs sat empty for the mean time. Behind the two-way window stood Jungkook, Yugyeom and a few other officers in the observation room. Taehyung waited among the lot with the other parties’ lawyer for their clients to make their way into the room. The last of the five plaintiffs walked in escorted by another officer had a cast around his hand up to his elbow. He sat down in one of the chairs observing the room, chewing gum obnoxiously. He stares at the two-way window challenging whomever stands behind it. His lawyer steps into the room taking a seat alongside him. Taehyung watches as his defense attorney goes over the legalities, but the kid just scoffs waving him off with his good hand. It’s obvious to tell that his lawyer is getting paid well enough to deal with these kids.

Officer Jeon steps into the room with a folder and bag in his hand. He sits down at the table laying the folder on the table and leaving the bag in his lap. Taehyung stands directly at the window’s edge resting his hands on the pane. The kid leans to his left and spits his gum on the floor. Jungkook sits back and only stares, while the kid imitates him actions. “Let’s begin with the basics, who are you?” The kid’s nose scrunches in detest, “You don’t know who I am? I’m sure you’ve heard of my dad.” Officer Jeon is holding his patience with this brat and opens the manila folder looking over the kid’s details. His father is the owner of LVT Industries, one of the biggest electronic companies worldwide. Jungkook doesn’t want to waste any time on someone who’s going to just preach about his father’s achievements. “Were you the one who wielded the knife?” He brings out the evidence bag with the knife in it and sets it on the table. The kid’s expression didn’t change, but the lawyer did; apparently, he didn’t know. His eyes widened and whipped his head around towards the kid. The kid shrugged his shoulders. The attorney’s eyes were running back and forth rapidly looking for any excuse. “You know your friends already told us it was you.” That was a lie, but he needed the kid to say it was him. The kids leg started shaking in agitation, “they wouldn’t do that!” Ah, he struck a cord with him. The lawyer seemed to be catching on to what Officer Jeon was doing and interjected saying that he’ll abstain from commenting.

The questioning went back and forth for a while until the kid grew tired of the questions. “Look, Bunny Officer whatever you are, how much money do I have to give you, huh?” Officer Jeon raised his brows, “Give money me for what?” The kid leaned forward on the table with one hand beckoning Officer Jeon forward. “To get you,” pointing his index at Officer Jeon, “to let me,” jabbing his thumb at himself, “out of here? What? You want me to tell you that we—,” his confession was cut short when the door swung open. An officer with a captain badge interrupted, “Officer Jeon, please step out of the room.” Jeon stood up pushing the metal chair back with a clang, “What! Captain, I’m not leaving until I’m done!” The officer wasn’t having any of Jungkook’s protest, “Leave or you’re off the case. Your questions were out of line. You need to leave now.” Jeon looked back to the kid who wore a smirk and shrugged his shoulders with feigned sympathy, “Oh no Mr. Officer!” “Jeon, out!” The captain kept insisting so Jeon picked up the evidence and walked out the room, past the observation room and into the hallway.

Taehyung watched as the captain apologized to the kid and lawyer, then went to follow Jungkook out to the hall. He was about to call out to Jungkook, who was walking away slamming his jacket to the floor and running his hand through his hair, when he heard the clicking of heels. They both turned around to see the police chief walking with a woman, who was in a fur coat. The coat reeked of death; humans couldn’t smell it but Jungkook and he clearly could. The police chief stood in front of the pair and with a stern look, “Officer Jeon, control yourself.” With a huff Jungkook picked up his jacket and saluted his superior. It was odd that just after the interview was stopped the mother of the child was outside the hall smiling? Shouldn’t she be concerned for her child? Much less standing with the police chief? Something didn’t feel right, he didn’t need his hybrid instincts half to tell him that. Mr. Kim offered a friendly handshake to the unusual pair, but the rich woman just turned her head away from his gaze with a huff. The police chief folded his hands behind him and walked past the two into the interrogation room with the woman. Taehyung brought his unshaken hand back to him and turned to Jungkook, “Is he always involved in cases?” Jungkook shook his head, “only when it concerns the rich. I still can’t believe he got promoted first before my unit’s captain, who’s been here for decades. The chief used to be the captain of Gang relations only for a few years, but was promoted to police chief with no election. They suddenly had a press conference saying that the old police chief left in his will that he assigned him to be the new official.” None of that sounded right to Taehyung, it all sounded so forced. Officer Kim Yugyeom came around the corner, “guys you need to come see this!” Officer Jeon and Mr. Kim exchanged looks and followed Yugyeom down the hall towards the holding cells.

The police chief stopped the mother from following the officers escorting her son into the interrogation room. “Ma’am, please follow me into my office for some coffee.” She looked back to see the owner of the voice who offered her coffee and caught on to his nuance when he raised his eyebrow suggestively. The woman gave a crooked smile, but only as far as the Botox would let her. The chief lead the mother off into another isolated hallway leading to higher ups offices. The woman rummaged in her purse to pull out her wallet to check if she brought her checkbook. When the chief noticed her rummaging he turned to her, “Oh no, Ma’am, you won’t be needing that” with a wink. He allowed her to step into his office first leading her in with a feigned smile. The office was closed off away from the rest of the station. Before stepping over to his desk he pulled the cord of the roller blinds on the window down blocking the view from any prying eyes. Chief leaned in on his desk with folded hands ,”I think I have a way to help your son Ma’am.” In discussion he gestured out with exaggerated movements to add to the proposition. The woman threw her hands in the air displeased, but he held his in front of him to calm her down. She pulled out her wallet again and pulled out her checkbook ripping out a check. Her pen was working furiously, and she slammed the check in front of him, “I hope this will be more than generous for you.” With a soft smile he nodded taking the check and locking it in a drawer on his desk. He pulled out his notepad and with a fountain pen wrote down a name for her, “talk to this man next, he will be of greater help to you, tell him I sent you.” The woman smiled and folded the piece of paper into her wallet hiding it from plain sight. One of the captain’s always following the police chief knocked at the door. The chief allowed him in and the captain offered him a bow, “Sir, its time for you to step in.” Heels clicked on the tile floor in his office, “I trust in you chief that you will take care of my son. I leave him in your hands.” The chief responded cryptically, “trust in me Ma’am.”

As Taehyung, Jungkook and Yugyeom approached the hallway they heard uncharacteristic keyboard typing coming from the holding hallway. He stood in the doorway with the officers behind him at the main cell door watching his teammates Kibum and Krystal deep in concentration. Key was sitting in the hallway in front of your cell working on his laptop typing away furiously. Stacks of paper were sprawled out nearby creating a half circle ring around the lawyer. Krystal was on the phone pacing back and forth chewing on her thumb. Taehyung approached with his tail swishing curiously, but Key didn’t bother looking up to acknowledge him, nor did Krystal stop the call. He stepped directly behind Kibum looking over his shoulder to see what was so pressing. Key’s laptop was opened to files on the Miller’s case and similar cases studying their outcomes. Officer Jeon and Kim approached crouching down next to Kibum studying his papers. Taehyung changed his direction of observation and looked into the cell to find you in a similar fashion. You now had a change of clothes with jeans and a t-shirt instead of your professional attire. Your hair was in a sloppy bun held together by pencils sticking out of it in random configuration with the typical pout scrunching your expression. He asked, “what are you guys doing?” You looked up over your papers,” Oh, Good evening Mr. Kim. I asked Kibum to bring over some files. Ms. Jung was already in the area and tagged along. I had an epiphany last night and it brought some things to my attention. We decided since I won’t be able to go anywhere for the meantime that it doesn’t mean the world stops. I can still work from here, so I’m going to do my job.” He was impressed by your dedication, even in this situation you were still thinking of the client. The wild thing sitting casually in front of him was more exotic than his own genetic mix. Just what exactly are you? “Why, Ms. Y/L/N?” You pulled out a pencil from your bun and a small curl of hair now hung in front of your eye. You blew it out of your face, “their life is in my hands and the mistake was mine. I must protect them with all I can.” Your words washed over him like cold water. He was seeing double again recalling the same woman in front of him and the firefly of his childhood. The heroine never stopped fighting even when the fight was over. The story goes on until it’s truly over. He sat down with you guys and pulled out his laptop. Key looked at him questioningly, “what are you doing, Mr. Kim?” He didn’t even bother looking up, “Protecting Mr. Kim,” he said with a cheeky smile. Officer Jeon and Kim exchanged looks, “we’ll bring you guys some coffee.”

It was late when Jungkook walked back to the holding cells. He was assigned to close the main cell door for the night. Taehyung was on his phone talking to Mrs. Lee going over files at the office. Key was writing an email out to the hybrid protection council, and you were sipping coffee intensely going over papers. Ms. Jung left hours ago for a field investigation. It was endearing to watch and he smiled tenderly at the scene, but he had to call this a night. He jangled his keys form the entrance walking over garnering the attention of the trio. “Officer Jeon, can you get me some more coffee please?” you spoke to the man without looking extending your empty cup through the bars. The rest of the group chimed in asking for a cup as well, “Your finest instant coffee Jeon.” He was taken aback by the request, “Sorry, but visiting hours,” he paused looking at his watch, “have been over for a while now. I can’t let you stay any longer tonight.” Key looked up at him pleadingly but Jungkook stayed firm on his decision, “really, I could get in big trouble if I let you stay. I already let it slip that you’re working in here.” Not wanting to push their luck they packed everything up, but you asked if they could leave some files behind with you. Key was first to leave, but Taehyung hesitated a few seconds before leaving. He muttered under his breath, “Good night, Ms. Y/L/N.” He was walking away before you could say anything, but you couldn’t speak anyways. Your mouth was hanging open with eyes as wide as boulders. Did he just say good night? The rosy dust over your cheek didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook who was sharing an equally large smile. It was back to work for you.

The next day the rich families lawyer came to the station speaking on behalf of the plaintiffs regarding a contract. You sat next to Taehyung in one of the meeting rooms anticipating the news. The attorney slid over a file with a contract and a NDA form. Taehyung took it before you could reach for it and reviewed over it, while the other lawyer spoke. “The families have decided to not press any charges against Y/L/N, but under the condition that you will not use against them in court. They want you to sign this to assure an understanding between the parties and not mention signing of the contract. You will be let out effective immediately when you sign this.” You looked over to Taehyung who sat the file down and you swiped it to review it yourself. “They still want to proceed with current allegations in the class lawsuit against the Millers, so there will be no amendments to the standing case. Do you accept Ms. Y/L/N.” You couldn’t believe the pettiness of these families. Why were they so hell bent on attacking this hybrid?

“Can you please give us time to discuss this privately?” You questioned the attorney to which he hesitantly stood up and looked at his watch, “I need to leave soon, make it fast.” As a lawyer yourself you knew he was just trying to press you into a decision, but you’ve already made yours. Once the man was out of the room, you turned to Mr. Kim, “I will sign this.” Mr. Kim whipped his head around to look at you, “are you crazy? What are you talking about? The video is the best evidence we have!” With a heavy heart you turned to him, “I want to help David and I’m limited in here. We can edit the video up until I came into frame. They don’t seem to know about the video, so it will be valid evidence. The important thing here is David not me.” Mr. Kim was taken aback, “but they held a knife to you? Shouldn’t they be punished for that?” You nodded, “Yes, but I think I don’t want the media to focus on that. I want them to focus on the discrimination and make an example of these kids. I want other hybrids to be able to come to the law and not be afraid of losing or being shamed.” Mr. Kim was holding back his objections, but you were right. The media would focus on the wrong thing and this was a step towards addressing hybrid discrimination as an issue. He was torn. “It’s up to you Y/n.” It threw you off that he used your first name. You couldn’t ask why he called you by your first name when he was already out of his seat calling back the attorney. You signed the contract and slipped it back to him taking your copy of the contract. The lawyer thanked you and walked out of the room. Holding your file to your chest, “I don’t mind getting hurt. It’s precious time and resources were wasting on me. Right now, we need to focus on David Miller. He’s the victim, not me.” You got up and walked out of the room with your bag full of your clothes. You’ve made your choice and he understood it completely. It wasn’t right though, it didn’t sit right with him. You were important.

The next week until the trail the team spent it working tirelessly. You weren’t the only one working late at night. Key and you went through all the kid’s social medias and social outlets. Krystal went to search for CCTV for any possible captures of other harassments to other students. You spent more time with the family getting to know them and collecting as much as you can. Mr. Kim was working endlessly as well, you would often step into his office refilling his coffee even though he didn’t ask. He would smile when he saw you leaving the room and the steam cup of coffee on his desk. Every time Mr. Kim would make his way back to the station he was bombarded by the media asking questions and for any details he would disclose. He would brush them off not letting them have any insight. The fear of failure was at your doorstep. The devil was knocking remind you that the clock was ticking, and he was here to collect you. The defamation wasn’t only some rich kids trying to save themselves, but it was bigger than that.

The plaintiffs wanted a bench trail claiming a jury would be unnecessary and no media exposure within the court. This was privatized from the public as much as possible, except they were at the doors of the courthouse waiting for the result. The amount of media vans and reporters parked outside made it hard for you to squeeze past. You sat along with your team members in the pews on the defendant’s side of the room. Mrs. Miller sat next to you, her ears were already floppy, but you could tell that they lacked any spirit in them. You warmly gripped her tight hand in yours patting it to ease her mind. The other side of the pews was the families of the sons, or at least the members that could make it. Mrs. Miller was a single mother, she has no relatives. Her husband, who was human and her owner, abandoned her once he found out she was pregnant. Humans can be so cruel. The five plaintiffs sat in a row next to their lawyer. Taehyung sat next to David shuffling through some papers, when he noticed the kid fidgeting he placed his hand on the kids knee to stop the shaking. He leaned in and whispered, “David, you mustn’t let them know you’re afraid. They will use it against you. I will do my best. Trust me, okay?” David’s foot stopped thumping, his breathing regulated, and his ears relaxed. Normally in the wild, rabbits are foxes pray, but today he will stand guard.

The doors to the court room opened loudly interrupting the soft murmuring causing most of the audience to turn. The loud commotion from the reporters filled the low hum of the courtroom. You looked over your shoulder to see the police chief and two other officers following him in. He guided his beady eyes over the crowd and they landed on yours. He offered a polite, crooked smile and proceeded to take a seat in the back. Every time he was nearby you could feel it, the ominous air about him crawled into yours suffocating you. You turned back watching the back of Taehyungs head, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of him watching you. You squeezed Mrs. Millers hand in assurance, but your attention was dragged away when the bailiff stepped in front of the judge’s desk, “All rise.”  

The elderly judge walked up to his seat in his black robe and signaled with his hands for everyone to be seated. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Calling the case of Students from Saint Ambrose Academy versus David Miller. Are both sides ready?” Mr. Kim and the defense attorney stood, “Ready for the People, your Honor.” Mr. Kim answered, “Ready for the defense, your Honor.” The clerk proceeded to swear the witness and participants. The deputy attorney stood once again, “Your Honor and ladies and gentlemen: the defendant has been charged with defamation and false allegations of harassment and assault. The evidence will show that the interactions between these students never occur and there is no medical backing. The defendant is using my clients for their wealth status and popularity, falsely accusing them of discrimination. The evidence I present will prove to you that the defendant is guilty as charged.” Taehyung was twirling his pen in irritation. Switching over Mr. Kim stood up still twirling his pen, “Your Honor under the law my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. The evidence I will present to you will show that my client was harassed and assaulted, and the acts were driven by discrimination against my client. You will come to know the truth that David Miller holds truth to all rumors. Therefore, my client is not guilty.” Murmurs from the plaintiff’s half rung through with grunts of disgust and scoffs of disbelief. You turned to scowl at the fowl women who were taking advantage of this family. One woman was grinning like a witch and turned to look back. You looked back where she was looking and noticed she was eyeing the police chief. Alarm bells were going off in your head, your instincts were never wrong! Something was not right. You looked over to Taehyung who looked indifferent, the perfect poker face.

Your side didn’t have much evidence since the school’s CCTV recently was taken down for an update on their system. David’s medical records were wiped away from the hospitals data base. His attending doctor even denied servicing him. Taehyung was really pulling everything out that he had from the details of the little evidence we had. The other hybrid students at the school refused to come and no persuasion could convince them. They worried that they would become just like David. You crossed your fingers on the hand that wasn’t being strangled. Since you signed the contract, Key was forced to edit the video until the point of your entrance. It was the last thing they had, the winning bit. The debate was back and forth with objections, overruling and sustainment. The progress was slow. The judge considering only a few of the exhibits our side presented, dismissing the others as non-admittable. You were growing frustrated; the favor was obvious.

The final argument was Mr. Kim’s last chance at convincing the judge that David was innocent. Mr. Kim called the boy, who was the alleged leader of that group, to the stand. “Please state your name.” The boy scoffed, “Tyler Armas, son of Armas Telecom Services.” Mr. Kim looked over to the team and then to the plaintiff’s side gauging the crowd. You gave him a smile to which he didn’t return. Mrs. Miller hasn’t let go of your hand once. Taehyung looked to the back finally noticing the police chief. It was unusual for a police chief to sit in on a case, but after what he saw the other day he knew something was off. The chief raised a brow, but Mr. Kim turned back to the plaintiff. “Your Honor I will play a video of the victim David Miller being assaulted by the plaintiff’s.” Mr. Kim clicked the clicker of the remote causing the scene to roll. David was on the floor being kicked by the boys and the taunts rung throughout the court room. When the video ended the parents of the children were silent for the first time, but then one woman stood up, “those boys are not our sons!” The judge struck his gavel, “Order in the court!” Mr. Kim turned to Armas and asked, “Ty, is that you in this video?” His defense attorney stood up, “objection, your Honor! That’s a leading question.” The judge hit the gavel again, “proceed Mr. Kim.” Ty answered with a roll of his head, “No, that is not me.” You were about to get up but stopped yourself. Those bastards!

The plaintiff on stand kept denying any questions Mr. Kim asked and receiving objections from the attorney; his fake alibi was even back up by timestamped paperwork. Their teachers claimed they were in class at the time of the assault. Their attorney even pulled the sympathy card that they never had a criminal record and were straight A students. Mr. Kim knew it, he knew it at this point that he was cornered. For the first time in his law career, he was cornered. The law was working for them, the rich. The decision has been set from the beginning. “Thank you. I have no further questions.” He returned to his seat and the defense attorney stood up, “Your Honor these men in the video cannot be stated clearly as my clients. The video is not clear enough and the camera work is shaky. It may even be plausible to say that the video was staged.” Mrs. Miller let go of your hand now and stood up, “That was my son! Those monsters are clearly visible!” You had to pull her back down to sit next to you. The judge again banged his gavel gaining silence. Kibum’s leg was shaking in anticipation, you’ve all realized it. Key folded his head into his hands on his knees and whispered, “they’ve covered all alibis.” You felt eyes on you again, so you turned back to see the police chief smiling to himself almost in a giggle glancing at your team. How could someone find humor in this? Your stomach was curling with nausea. The deputy attorney finished his statements concluding, “Thank you. I have no further questions.”

Everything was presented, all their cards were on the table. They now leave it up to the judge to decipher between the truths and lies. The judge went back to his office to deliberate and was to come back after the break with an answer. The result of the case was in the hands of a single man. All the evidence was laid on the table, Taehyung’s reputation was on the line. He’s never lost a case. It was all or nothing.

The judge comes back of out his office an hour later, and the bailiff announces, “court is back in session.” You were sweating, the deliberation was too fast. The judge pulls his glasses to the bridge of his nose and reads over the paperwork once more. He raises his head and the decision was to be announced the room was silent. “In the Miller vs Ambrose Students, the plaintiffs are charging the defendant, David Miller, with defamation for accusations of discrimination against hybrids and assault. To my deliberation I’ve found the defendant…,” Mrs. Millers hand was squeezing yours tightly, “David Miller guilty of defamation and no discrimination took place. The evidence proved no assault, or any harm took place. The footage was unclear and was not considered. Miller will be fined $20,000 for the damages and asked to write a formal apology for the humiliation and stress placed on these families.”

The cheers from the plaintiff’s side was deafening. The rich mother’s taunts were sung in melodies like sirens. You had to catch Mrs. Miller who was falling over about to pass out, “Mrs. Miller!” Mrs. Lee took over her and lead her out of the courtroom. When the doors opened the clicks of the cameras and shouting of questions roared, “What was the decision!” It was over, but you’re restless. It wasn’t right! Nothing about this case was! You looked over to Taehyung who was stuck frozen. The police chief got out of his seat and quietly left the room with the other officers. Taehyung got up from his seat and bowed deeply to the kid. He stayed in that position for a while and then picked up his brief case and left the court room silently. He brushed by your shoulder knocking against you and did the same to the media. You had to step in and take care of the boy for the next steps. You were unapologetic in handling human comfort. Humans are so good at pretending everything is okay. They’re so good at proclaiming to adversity that they will embrace it all. The hands of those humans are not empty though. They hold a sharpened knife to the back of adversity’s neck ready for a slip up. The shadowed face of adversity will intimidate those who don’t know what is silhouetted. Not until you tilt its chin and look it in the face will you see all its beauty. But they, they choose to look away.

That night it was only us in the office, we all stood around our desk speechless. We’ve failed Mrs. Miller and David, who depended on us. You were ashamed. It was silent, no one had the audacity to say anything. When Mr. Kim returned to the office he locked himself away in his office not bothering to acknowledge us. You wanted to go in there and comfort him, but you couldn’t do that. He wasn’t going to let you in. Mr. Kim slammed his office door open then shut and rushed pass all our desk to the conference table. He went to the white board behind it and pulled the cap off one of the dry erase markers and began writing. Everyone exchanging looks and gathered around the table. You took a seat, and everyone jumped back when he slammed a tapped photograph onto the center of the whiteboard. He finally turned around with a crooked smile, he was up to something. “This! This is our key that we missed! A friend pulled through and we’re going to do an appeal.” Everyone was studying the photograph. It was one of the mothers of the rich kids sitting at a café with the judge! It was the same woman with the witch smile at court today! Your somber expressions turned into the same menacing smile as Taehyung’s. Key was the first to speak, “Bingo.”

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Mikaela Mayer is no longer fighting in the co-feature of Tuesday night’s Top Rank boxing card in Las Vegas after testing positive for the coronavirus.

Mayer, 29, announced the results of her test on Instagram on Sunday. She was scheduled to be the co-featured bout against Helen Joseph.

“It came as a complete surprise,” Mayer wrote. “I am currently asymptomatic and am quarantining at an off-site location per recommended guidelines. The rest of my team tested negative and they are all in good health.

“I was really looking forward to bringing back boxing for all of you and I’m disappointed for myself, my team, my supporters and for my opponent, Helen Joseph, who worked just as hard to be here this week and put on a show for everyone.”

Mayer said later in the post that there was a chance the test result could be a false positive, but Top Rank’s protocols for Tuesday’s fight do not allow for retesting. If a positive test comes up at any point during the prefight process, the fighter is immediately taken off of the card and quarantined outside of the MGM bubble.

“The bottom line is if someone comes up positive on their test, there’s no retest,” Top Rank COO Brad Jacobs told ESPN last month. “There’s no ‘Oh man, the thing was wrong.’ You’re done. Very simple.”

The reason for this policy was to keep any potentially infected fighters out of the MGM bubble before they could enter and possibly cause a spread. Evan Korn, a spokesman for Top Rank, said there have been no other positive tests for fighters or teams for Tuesday’s card, which is headlined by Shakur Stevenson.

The undefeated Mayer (12-0) had spent the majority of the past two months in Washington, D.C., and Houston in training camp after driving with her two dogs and best friend, Ginny Fuchs, from her Colorado home.

While in Houston, the gym where Mayer was training, Main Street Boxing, had reopened to the public. Before she learned the tests results, Mayer had told ESPN she was concerned once the gym opened — not necessarily for herself but for her coaches, Kay Koroma and Al Mitchell.

“Super weird and a little nerve-wracking because all of a sudden the gym is packed with younger people, and I’m like, ‘How safe are these young people being before they come into this gym,'” Mayer said last month. “Even though I wasn’t quarantined at home like a lot of people were, locked in their house, I was on the road doing things, I was very cautious.”

Mayer told ESPN she continually washed her hands after touching public surfaces, used antibacterials and didn’t touch her face. Other than her time in the gym, she also limited those around her to Fuchs and her coaches. She told ESPN the only time she was around the gym with other people during camp was during sparring sessions.

She considered training solo but needed the sparring work during her camp — a camp she felt good about coming off a training camp to initially fight Melissa Hernandez on March 17. That fight, scheduled for New York, was postponed because of the pandemic. This is the second straight fight that has been called off for Mayer because of the impact of COVID-19.

Mayer is driving back to Colorado Springs by herself, while Mitchell is flying back to Marquette, Michigan. Koroma is staying in Las Vegas to work with Stevenson.

Mayer’s manager, George Ruiz, told ESPN they’ve already had discussions with Top Rank to try to get Mayer back in the ring later this summer, as long as she eventually tests negative for COVID-19.

Mayer had been looking forward to being on the first card back on ESPN because of both boxing getting back and the potential extra exposure it could bring.

“That was one of the things I thought about and I thought about it after the UFC had their first card a couple of weeks ago, right,” Mayer told ESPN last month. “ESPN and ESPN+ views were through the roof and I’m like, ‘Wow, if we do get this fight to go through in early June, there’s going to be a lot of people watching.’

“Even people who don’t usually watch boxing, they just need some sports in their life because there’s no sports happening right now other than old replays. They are going to tune into these fights so I want to put on a good performance.”

Now, with a positive test derailing her fight, Mayer said she “will just have to take a quick break, but I will be in the ring soon.”

ESPN’s Steve Kim contributed to this report.

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