"Here we are ladies and gentlemen, this is what you've all been patiently waiting for!" Yelled the world famous announcer. His familiar voice ringing out over the electronic tannoy system, "we have for your viewing pleasure two of the most skilled fighters on the earth today, both willing to duke it out for your entertainment, and a chance to win fame and fortune here at the Word Martial Arts Championships!" The crowds roared with anticipation, the excitement in the air coming close to tangible as each fan spurred the atmosphere on. "So, without further ado, here come your two contestants. On my left, we have the silent, knowledgeable Kung Fu expert, Yin Jingshen!" The Announcer hesitated for a moment and mumbled to himself, "Don't I know that name?" Then, quickly remembering the situation, resumed his announcing, "And to my right, is the tall, dark and mysterious X! Not much is known about this fighter, opting to keep himself anonymous for his own private reasons. He has drawn a lot of interest from fans and competitors alike, ow we'll get to see just what this man is all about!" He had whipped the crowds into a frenzy now, reputations, money, bragging rights and a good show were all on the line now, and the announcer was sure neither he, or the crowd would be disappointed.

"Alright, I've had word from the head, we're all set to go, so lets not delay any longer! On your marks, get ready, Fight!" With a vigorous hand signal, and a quick turn to jump out of the ring. The fight was now officially, on.

The Hooded figure stood silently on the stage's left watching the Asian fighter opposite him eagerly. The crowds around them were ecstatic, the buzz of the tournament had gotten under their skin and settled quite nicely. Jeering noises were being made, while others marveled at the two and whom would become the victor of this bout. The Hooded Figure ignored such whimsical fancies, however, he found himself enjoying the created atmosphere more than he had anticipated. His usual bitter resentment to humanity was being dulled by the sheer will of the crowd. He almost tittered to himself, but found some self control on the last. He required a stoic and mysterious presence to truly have a psychological edge over his opponent.

After a few choice words from the announcer of the tournament, he signaled them to start and dashed quickly out of the ring. A smart move on his part. The Hooded figure stood silently for a moment, preparing himself for an imminent challenge.Now is the time that they will once again see my face. It is possible that many have forgotten me. Though it matters little if they do or do not, as I plan on branding my image upon all of their wretched minds.

Yin looked over the baying crowds and the exited faces wistfully, their attitudes gave him nostalgia for the days his own people would gather and rally his cause. Such days were long passed now, however he found them difficult to forget. As miraculous and amazing as his past was, it was tainted with sadness and alienation beyond what most regular folk would never quite understand. Not because it was any more or less painful than what normal folk might go through, but because of the exceptional and extraordinary circumstances that surrounded it.

As the announcer began his task of introducing both fighters, Yin began to unbutton and loose his black tangzuhang jacket. He slowly folded it and handed it to a steward to take away with him, keeping it safe for later. In undressing, Yin revealed a finely conditioned, if somewhat taut, body of muscles, finely honed and tuned in perfect working order. It was clear Yin's body had been worked for function rather than show, and although all muscles were defined and individually clear, they were not overly sized or constricting in their way. In fact, his stature seemed to give the opposite impression, as if he could bend and move in any which way he pleased without constraint. The female parts of the crowd howled at Yin's body, albeit in a tongue and cheek way that was used to hide, and yet belied their true desires. He began to stretch out his leg muscles in anticipation for the fight, limbering up for what would not doubt be an intense confrontation.

Yin was still flabbergasted at the lack of any spiritual energy emanating from the huge hooded man. A man as apparent as that would at least show some living energy that Yin would be able to notice, even just to register the person as alive. Yet this creature had none whatsoever. A truly horrifying thing to feel, it was as though when Yin felt out with his Ki sense, that he reached into a cold void. As if the man had anti-life, whatever that might be. Yin became increasingly nervous as the announcer gave the signal of the matches beginning and then quickly made his way from the ring.

Yin, quickly positioned himself in a balanced position, side on, waiting for the first strike. But it didn't come, instead, the Hooded Figure stood there watching intently and saying nothing. Yin waited for a few more precious moments, focusing on the Hooded Figure and waiting for a move. The crowds chants and wild screams became little more than whispers on the wind when Yin began to concentrate. And yet, the man made no move. Yin became confused, and a little irritated. He knew now that the Figure fought his battles psychologically, rather than physically, and was psyching Yin out. Yin felt it was plain his tactics were working, and was scared to give the Hooded Figure the satisfaction of knowing it. He decided to do what he did not do often, and addressed the man directly.

"Are you sure you're going to fight me with that cloak on?" Yin said in a half Chinese/American accent, "I don't mind if you do, it'll only make it easier for me." He feigned a cocky nature, hoping to antagonize the figure into attacking first and giving Yin the opening he desired.

It seemed Yin had anticipated a frontal assault from the off, an all-in charge reminiscent of an amateur warrior. The Hooded Figure was not that foolish. Effecting his opponents mind was key, it was he that was forced into attacking first that would be at a disadvantage in this situation. When it became apparent that the Hooded Figure was not to going to give up his position of power to his opponent, Yin then changed his tactics and began to address the mysterious hooded man. He inquired about the Hooded Figure's apparel, his comments insinuating the hod he wore would in some way hinder the Hooded Figure's ability to fight. This was indeed true, the cloak was heavy and draped over his entire body. It offered ample grabbing and pulling opportunities as well as a hindrance not only to movement but his eyesight as well. It seemed to the Hooded Figure that his bluff had finally been called. I was hoping to milk this mystery facade as long as I could, but it seems this young man is quite serious about this bout. Perhaps, I should show him just how serious I am as well.

The Hooded Figure began to chuckle to himself quietly, and then breathed a small sigh as though shifting a self imposed burden.
"I doubt anything is going to be easy from this point onward," the Hooded Figure stated nonchalantly. He began to move his arms, taking hold of his shroud and tugging at it, pulling it over his head. As he pulled the veil away from his body, a resounding gasp shook the previously baying audience into somewhat of a murmuring stupor. The removal of his cloak revealed dark green skin, wide oval eyes, his sclera tinged with yellow. His head sported two ghastly antenna, and his arms revealed what appeared to be exposed muscle tissue, in both the forearm and biceps; and even the shoulder. Fan's in the crowd murmured the words alien and demon, and they were all half right.

"Do I frighten you, Yin Jingshen?" Mr. X said with a malevolent smile.

Yin watched in horror as the enveloping hood came off, and the ghastly, inhuman green complexion of his opponent was revealed. The sight of such a creature not only frightened Yin, but humbled him to the point of violent tremors. What is this monster!? I've never seen anything like it before in my life! I never thought anything like this could ever exist! Yin found himself involuntarily shaking, and fought to try and regain his composure, and yet failed miserably. There is nothing else for it! I must destroy this creature for the sake of mankind. To let this abomination roam free would surely be a crime against humanity! The alarm in Yin's mind was so potent, the shock so absolute, the very hair on his head was beginning to turn white in various streaks of the fringe.

Without a word of response to the great beast's goading question, Yin leaped forwards, a desperate cry of anger, fear and bewilderment escaping his lips. Using all his might, all his speed and agility, Yin's movement visually blurred in the eyes of the crowd, who were instantly astonished at Yin's capabilities. After what must have seemed like an act of teleportation, Yin reappeared in mid air, just shy of the green man's giant face, and let loose three wild and ferocious kicks, Shirīzukikkufukku!

(First kick, 1 - 3 - 19, miss. 2nd, 2 - 11 - 9, miss. 3rd, 19 - 2 - 20, hit.)

Piccolo moved quickly, avoiding the first of his opponents quick strikes. The young man was fast, and was clearly a Ki manipulator, no other human could move so fast without it. Another rapid kick came for Piccolo's face, and yet again he moved away from it easily, watching the kick move past his eyes as though in a form of slow motion. My strength towers over your's boy. And soon you will know the chasm between our powers. He thought malevolently, however, Piccolo's brief moment of mental distraction caused him to miss the impending third strike aimed directly at his nose.The kick struck true and knocked Piccolo back some two steps or so. There was little pain to be felt from such a meager attempt, however the sheer shock of being struck so flagrantly rendered Piccolo at a loss for retaliation.

Piccolo watched as the young fighter hopped backwards and away from him. His shock paralysis quickly turned into fury as what had transpired began to sink in. Shaking with rage, Piccolo addressed the young fighter, "You struck me! Me? You petulant youth! You know not what wrath you have wrought here today! You will perish by the lights end boy!" He screamed.

Then as he finished his wailing, he sprung forth leveling a strong kick with his lengthy leg at Yin's head.

(Kick, 4 - 15 - 18, Hit)

Yin was stunned to witness the beast's seemingly, physically unphased expression. Yin had achieved nothing more than knocking his opponent back a couple of steps. A far cry from the knock out blow Yin had hoped for. What kind of monster am I dealing with here? I put everything into those kicks. He moved around them as though we were play fighting, and he even took one to the face directly with practically no damage whatsoever! Yin thought in alarm. As his mind raced, his thoughts were interrupted as an angry beast began to scream at Yin, and actually threatened Yin's life. Yin tried to take the threat as idle, as they were in the heat of battle after all, however, Yin couldn't help but feel a slight chill from the beasts words. He couldn't help but feel, instinctively, that the beast had meant what he had so vehemently said.

After Yin's attack, he had doubled back, using the time the beast had been stunned to get into a defensive position, as no doubt the beast would retaliate, and with haste. Yin was correct, in what seemed like a flicker of light, the great green man vanished and materialized again a mere two to three feet in front if him. Yin's eyes could barely follow his opponents movements at all, and strained to make out the impending kick volleyed at his head. Yin could only just make out the kick, but his detection was too late, the kick struck Yin in the side of the head, the great appendage rocking Yin's entire left side flinging him helplessly across the ring, and dangerously close to the ring's edge.

Yin was significantly dazed from the blow. He knew for certain that upon contact the blow had knocked him unconscious, Yin had been lucky that the blackout had only been momentary. However, the side effect of taking such a strong shot meant Yin was finding it difficult to muster the strength of will, and the coordination of his body, to force himself up from the ground. Yin was half aware of the announcer beginning the ten count, though couldn't quite catch, nor count the numbers that were being said. Shaking, Yin rolled onto his front and slowly pushed himself to his knees. He got to one knee, and quite sloppily, forced himself up to both feet. The feeling of being stuck under water, a feeling that effected the majority of Yin's senses, did not pass. In fact, when stood upright, the feeling only seemed to become accentuated. Yin tried desperately to focus his thoughts, and his eyes on to his opponent, but found that steadying his vision was more of a task than getting to his feet. Yin stumbled about, the sensation of being knocked for six being a completely new and foreign experience for him. As he stumbled he nearly fell, but caught himself quickly, and managed to make his way toward the center of the ring. He could make out the silhouette of his opponent, the tall, dark, looming silhouette that cascaded over the ring. Yin, mustering the last of his strength, sprung forwards positioning himself yet again in his trademark attacking stance. Shirīzukikkufukku! Four rapid fire kicks shot out, at what Yin could only hope was his opponents head and torso.

(1st kick, 2 - 15 - 15, miss. 2nd, 18 - 11 - 9, miss. 3rd, 16 - 1 - 8, miss. 4th, 3 - 16 - 9, miss.)

Piccolo watched his opponent soar across the ring, propelled by the force of his kick. His opponent landed heavy, and took until the count of seven to return himself to an upright position. The display was admirable considering the difference in their powers. Piccolo found himself somewhat impressed at his opponents zeal. As Piccolo watched Yin not only get to his feet, but manage to walk toward the center of the ring, Piccolo almost wanted to applaud. This human has a remarkable pain threshold. Any regular human being would have been easily killed by a blow like that. It seems I was right after all, there are Ki users still roaming this world. If I am to reign over this planet again, I must do away with them before they become more than just a nuisance.

Piccolo started forward with ideas of ending the match on his mind however, quite suddenly, Yin volleyed four wild kicks at his upper body. Piccolo was astounded the boy could move let alone still form any kind of attack. Though again a valiant effort on yin;s part, it was certain the fight was over. None of the strikes had any significant accuracy or might behind them to even warrant any kind of evasive action. Piccolo simply let the kicks whistle past him as he nonchalantly waved them away, as a cow might wave away flies with it's tail. Piccolo closed the gap between him and his opponent easily, though at a leisurely walking pace for all to see. On the last, Piccolo grabbed hold of Yin's leg and pulled ever so slightly to tilt the Asian off balance. He let go and laughed, watching the wretch fall to the ground like a straw doll.

"This is the might of Piccolo Daimao Yin Jingshen. I doubt you will forget it," he said as he bent down and took Yin by the ankle and lifted him into the air, "your time will surely come Yin. Though for now you will be spared."

With that said, Piccolo threw Yin to one side towards the edge of the ring, hoping to out him from the battle

Yin was flung like a rag doll to one side. After taking such a powerful shot earlier he had become incapacitated to the point of being unble to steady himself or break his own fall. He crashed down close t the edge of the ring and forcefully bounced from the ground, spinning as he went, and went over the edge of the ring. A hushed murmur accompanied the unbelievably long seconds it took for Yin to strike the ground. When he finally touched down there were no cheers of jubilation for the victor, instead there was a stunned silence as the crowds watched Yin lying in the dirt, face down looking as though he were dead. A paramedic team raced to him with a stretcher and hauled him onto it in the hopes of getting him patched up.

Yin was carted off hurriedly, the crowds concern mounting with every step of the paramedics. Soon, he was out of sight and now only speculation could be heard being passed about the crowds as to the well being of Yin Jingshen.

(Fin)