Voyage Name: Welcome to the Underground
Location: Alibasta
Participant(s): Solo
Description: Recently Victoria came across leads that showed an underground fight club had formed underneath a nearby market area not far from the Roaring Lion Barracks. 

Victoria investigates and ends up taking part in its activities. Fight!.

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Having recently watched her fellow marine Caphalor fight a full on battle with a purse snatcher and the level a real battle had on the conflict Victoria had come to the conclusion basic training at the Roaring Lion Barracks wouldn’t be enough and as such figured it was time to push herself. If Victoria was to be totally honest with herself, she would find herself to be inadequate in her combat abilities and as such was making a point in her life to change this; Victoria Z Xayah was now a woman on a mission.  This was further inspired by her recent encounter with her fellow marines where she was indeed victorious but it wasn’t enough she wanted more. Today, when the sun was rising and triggering the start of Dawn; Victoria would pack a back with some Brawling equipment along with making the choice to wearing a different out than her marine uniform as for this adventure Victoria Z Xayah was not traveling as a Marine but as a fighter. She would wear a somewhat tight red jumpsuit and a black leather jacket, black boots and two metal gauntlets she collected from the storage room of the barracks before leaving.


5 hours later.


Victoria is thrown against the steel bars of the cage as a large hand follows her path, only missing her skull by an inch as she rolls to the side. A loud bang echoed through the establishment as the powerhouse of an opponent dents the cage itself with the sheer power behind their arm. Victoria is forced to take three steps back to try to evaluate the situation however with only a second to breathe she finds herself blocking one of these powerhouse punches with her forearm. Trying to look for an opening passed her defending arms blocking her view not to mention the lefts and right smashing against her arms like waves hitting a wall, but Victoria wasn’t a wall she was simply human and with each impact she received a loud thumb with shoot into the air, not to mention a slight cracking sound. Losing ground and nowhere to go Victoria needed to move now; the fiery eyes of her opponent were cold like ice with no emotion behind them, the muscle upon their arms was insane it was as if Victoria was fighting a man made of muscle and is the exact description anyone would give if not for the breasts, hair and somewhat smooth face that demonstrated she was indeed a woman. Not that any of this helped Victoria.


One more punch lands hard on Victoria left arm as she continues to block, its harder than normal and the pain of bone cracking shreds into Victoria nervous system, she calls out in pain as she falls forward onto one knee and drops her guard. With her arm fractured and pain souring and her energy somewhat depleted Victoria was all but defeated as by chance at that moment the beast of a woman she was fighting would throw one more hard punch with all her momentum, not realizing that Victoria had dropped to her knee. Her own momentum would carry her forward, to trip over Victoria with her entire body placing both participants on the floor. The somersault of the beast would put herself on her back while due to the downward force Victoria would be facedown. The two would be only inches apart as both parties Claw to their feet Victoria out of willpower and the beast just picking themselves up, they weighed a lot, however, Victoria would simply fall back down again as she passed out from the pain.   The match was over and Victoria Z Xayah was totally defeated with her arms somewhat busted up quite badly, however luckily for Victoria this underground fight club had a very skilled doctor, aside from lethal injuries could heal the majority of injuries regardless of how damaging.


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Two dates later Victoria finds herself waking up surprisingly fully healed and still within the establishment. With two men in striped red suits with blue threading weaved through like linen. The three would talk for several hours explaining they were impressed with Victoria and that she showed potential as a fighter and she would not only be accepted as a member of the fight club but would be provided a trainer. However, before being given a trainer she would have to compete in a total of 3 matches today each against a different type of fighter in order to determine her strengths and weakness in combat and how this could be improved on and thus her trainer would be selected.  One hour later.


Fight one.


A somewhat bulky fighter with a similar style to her entrance match, wearing a black cloth from his neck to his feet, somewhat overweight and a pair of goggles over his eyes. He nickname was Powering Jimbo; he wasn’t as strong as her first match but still demonstrated the same type of fighting as her first and as such. Victoria would start on the defensive as he charges her with all his weight into the side of the cage throwing forward punch after forward punch. After the 5th time of being pushed into the side of the cage, her red jumpsuit would tear at her back, and the imprint of the bars would settle upon her skin.  Ducking one of the combos incoming, and sidestepping twice Victoria finds an opening and as she mutters more more she thrusts punches Powering Jimbo in the back of his skull twice, forcing him into the side of the cage first. Victoria Wins.


Fight two…


This fight would go a little easier for Victoria as almost instantly she was the one on the attack. Pumping punch after punch on her new opponent. A small 5ft man with very little to show in terms of speed, strength or anything for that matter and yet despite Victoria punching him again and again relentlessly he would remain on his feet. Thinking for a moment before attacking again Victoria would come to the logical choice to use controlling attacks instead. Victoria would somewhat dive to the side of her Opponent as she would spun her leg around to take out his legs, dropping him to the floor in the process. This would end the fight with Victoria’s Victory.  

Fight three would end, with Victoria moving into the chest of a tall man with a long reach and would proceed to bombard his chin with short uppercuts.

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The matches were over and Victoria had shown enough for a trainer to be selected to suit her style. It was determined that Victoria was a Brawler at heart and very ruff around the edges and yet her trainer seems to think something was missing from her style and yet this wouldn’t be addressed today. Victoria’s trainer would be called Tfurmate. Tfurmate was a swordsman's himself carrying a total of six with him at all times. Two on his waist within their sheathe another two placed within large shoulder holders, one on top the helmet he wears and the last on his back. He represented the full meaning of a gladiator who took things too far, however, while his choice of style was questionable his fighting style was quite renowned. In fact, it was said using a unique fighting style he was able to cut 12 enemies simultaneously at the same time while one innocent within the center would remain uncut.

Over the next few days, Victoria and Tfurmate would spend quite a bit of time together as they trained. Every Hour Tfurmate would change the style of training completely from rapid combat, rapid evasion to meditating on tree stumps; it was rigorous, tedious and often illogical and yet Victoria could feel herself growing as a person and yet despite all her progress time would come to an end. Victoria was a Marine and couldn’t spend any more time on leave from the RoaringLion however as a reward for her Fights and as a gift to train herself further Tfurmate would give her a large sum of belt and a pleasant hug goodbye and as such, they would each go back to their lives. Tfurmate, however, would spend quite some time thinking about Victoria Z Xayah and how he could improve her style and what was lacking about her as a fighter.     
 

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ooc - mind went blank and told myself id get this done today.
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