As Ochra swung his fist, aiming to send Okra flying out of the ring, the Saiyan vanished in a burst of speed, shifting directly behind Ochra. So, he was capable of this sort of thing. Good. Ochra tried to turn around, ready to defend himself, before a hard hammer blow hit him on the back of the head. The blow wouldn't be enough to send Ochra flying, but it was enough to stagger him, giving his opponent enough time to hit him with a charged up ki blast. The crowd cheered as Ochra was knocked downwards, before stopping just short of hitting the ground. As the smoke from the blast faded, it showed that, well, Okra's attack didn't really do much. Oh, it hit alright, but Ochra had withstood it pretty well.
"Not bad," Ochra said, slowly floating back up to bring himself to Okra's height. He cracked his neck as he rolled his shoulders, "You've got a fair bit of potential. I look forward to seeing how stronger you become. But, in the meantime." He clenched a fist, ki starting to form around it, "Let's end this, shall we?"
Ochra then charged towards Okra at top speed, bringing his fist back, With a loud roar, he swung, aiming to slam his opponent right into the ground.
Attack hit. 9% damage.
Mega Impact [A1] used. 51,954 PL of damage coming at Okra, intention to knock him out of the ring.
Okra unleashed a ferocious grin as his hammer blow struck his opponent in the back of the head. While Okra had hoped the blow would send him flying, the man instead just staggered. The warrior tried not to waste a moment. With a furious roar, he released his stored up energy and threw a powerful ball of ki at Ochra.
The ball struck too, sending the enemy saiyan flying towards the ground. Okra watched with bated breath, feeling hope swell within him. He may have just done it! He was so close to winning. If Ochra didn’t recover then he’d smash into the ground and be out of the ring! His final gambit had paid off!
“MYYYYYYY LOOOORRRRDDDD? DID YOUUUU ALLLLL SEEE THAT FOLKS!!! OKRA JUST UNLEASHED A POWERFUL STRIKE AND SENT OCHRA FLYINGGGGG! WOW, HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED SO FAST!” the announcer was nearly jumping with excitement. The crowd held their breath, wondering if the match was finally over!
Unfortunately, Okra’s hopes were dashed. His foe stopped right before hitting the ground, and didn’t look any worse for wear. That strike would’ve put most saiyans out of commision, but this guy was obviously freakishly strong. Okra knew he had been outclassed almost from the start, but he didn’t think the gulf in power was this wide. He had underestimated Ochra. “WOWWWWW, AND OCHRA RECOVERSSS! WHAT WILL HE DO NEXXXTTTT!”
Okra grit his teeth. He had put everything he had in that last maneuver. He was feeling pretty spent and it didn’t seem he did any visible damage to Ochra. The other saiyan looked just fine. He had tried hard, but this battle now seemed impossible to win. There was nothing he could do. It was over. Try as he might, he couldn’t win. The gulf was too large. It was helpless. He hated it. He hated this feeling of helplessness that was engulfing him. He wanted to get stronger. He needed to get stronger. There was nothing he hated more in this world than losing. He loathed it.
The saiyan panted as Ochra rose to his level. He blinked when his opponent spoke, not really processing the words. He was too focused on thinking out his next move, but nothing would come to him. He was at a loss.
His opponent rushed toward him. Okra shook his and muttered, “Fuck it,” with a mighty roar, the saiyan charged forward, intent on meeting the enemy head long. He brought his fist back, but he wouldn’t have a chance to throw it. In a blink of an eye, a loud crack rang out as Okra was slammed into the ground at a near indiscernible speed.
He landed outside the ring, his impact forming a small crater. The crowd fell deathly silent as the saiyan lay still with his eyes closed, “Fuck,” he softly muttered. He really hurt from that. He lost. He had fucking lost. It had been so one-sided too. He was pathetically weak. He had tried so hard and still come up short. God, he fucking hated it.
“U-uhh-uhh,” the announcer shook his head in disbelief at the sudden finish. It only took him a moment to regain his composure, “ANDDDDDDDD WE HAVE A WINNNEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR! OCHRAAAAAA HAS WOOOONNNNNN LADIESSSS AND GENTLEMAN!!!”the crowd let out loud cheers, thrilled from the exciting finish they had just witnessed. People would be talking about this for days!
The announcer hopped onto the stage and sauntered over to Ochra, “OCHRAAAAAA, YOU’REEEEE THE SOUTH EASTERN EAST CITY LOCAL TOURNAMENT CHAMMMMPPPIOOOON! How does it feel to win today, Ochra! Any idea what you’ll spend your prize winnings on?” the man held the mic up to the saiyan’s face.
Meanwhile, a group of medics approached the second place finalist. They brought a stretcher out with them. Okra painfully shook his head and waved them away. The medics hesitated a moment, but relented when Okra began to stand with his own power.
The saiyan hurt all over. His head throbbed and he felt very nauseous. He figured he had some form of concussion. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but he couldn’t. His steps were unsteady as he moved.