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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Jun 1, 2011 1:19:59 GMT -8
Well, today had a fan-damn-tastic start to it. I mean, I woke up on my own time, not with some crappy alarm or someone shoving me, like 'Hey, get up!' Yeah, well hay is for horses! But, as I was saying, it really was amazing. I mean, I took a soothing tinkle after I got up, had a HUGE brefkist [breakfast], and decided, hey, I'm gonna go out and start jogging again. So, I put on my muscle tee and some shorts and, y'know, started jogging. The weather was absolutely a-MAZ-ing. The cool breeze felt great as it brushed against me, and my long hair looked pretty damn majestic with the wind making it flap like some sort of doll in a hurricane. Well, not really that bad, but, eh. So, this was the fantastic start to my day.
Here's where it gets worse..
I passed by the gym during my jogging and decided I was gonna go lift weights. I needed to work out a little - yeah, me, gorilla over here - and when I got in, there was this really huge, buff, bald guy, yelling at an employee. Now, the guy looked like some sort of Cock Lesnar with no neck, and he chucked a 50 lb dumbbell at a mirror, and decided he was gonna rage all over everyone. Now, that wasn't exactly acceptable, y'know? So, while he was raging, I'd knock him out from the back. This guy was just ridiculous! He definitely deserved what was comin' to him.
When I was behind him, I uppercut between his legs and slammed my fist into his testicles. The guy doubled over, and I grabbed the nearest barbell and slammed it into his tailbone. The guy went out right quick.
"Seriously, man.. Where's your neck?"
I sighed and started curling right there. I needed a workout.. Really bad.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2011 23:15:00 GMT -8
Weekends were rarely spent as they should have been for a teenager such as Jaus. You'd imagine a kid of his looks and personality to have friends falling out of the wood work and begging for companionship, however in this story the kid tended to alienate himself be it by moral stands or simple social intimateness. Well getting back on topic, Jaus Valentine normally spent his weekends working out, training, and sleeping. Fun right? Waking up was perhaps the hardest part, feeling stiff a sense of relaxation was not comforted by sleep before sliding on the arm weights and weighted coat, along with some torn jeans and a v-neck. Flipping the hair and otherwise walking to the gym Jaus found himself a little late for a "party".
Punch thrown to the groin and dropping of a man quite built like a double-wide refrigerator to someone much smaller but not to say that he wasn't built himself. First off perplexed Jaus glared thinking where to make the next move only to realize the mocking party was perchance at fault for this brawl, being the character he was Jaus sought to intercede.
"Hey tough guy, shows just how tough you are hitting the nads!"
Jaus would take a step forward dropping his bag and sliding it to the side with an extended foot. His attention never dropping from the fellow. Hands would curl up at his sides forming tough fists ready to go toe to toe with this fellow however his own sense of honor code stopping him from striking first, if his opposite was intimidated enough to leave he could go without provocation however if he made it a point to heighten the drama, fists would fly.
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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Jun 2, 2011 0:20:20 GMT -8
"Say what you want, little guy. I'm not trying to impress anyone."
I stopped curling and placed the dumbbells on the floor, turning to face the guy. I recognized him. I mean, I didn't know him, but I knew of him. Or he was kind of familiar. I dunno. But, anyway, it seemed like he was trying to start something with me. And, well, I didn't really need that, nor would I instigate any further.
"It was the quickest way to get rid of the roid-rager."
I started walkin' over to the guy, tryin' to remember his name. Started with a J. Jaws? No, not Jaws. That'd be horrible. But, that'd be a task for later. Right now, I'd have to either kick ass or get my ass kicked; I was prone to either. Of course, if the guy backed off, though, then all would be good. But this would be a fun workout. ;]
"You tryin' to prove somethin', guy? You look like you're ready to fight. Lemme tell you somethin', startin' brawls with every random fellah ya meet isn't gonna land you in a good spot with anyone."
Of course, being the hypocrite I am, my right hand balled up into a fist and I slammed it into my left palm, popping my knuckles - quite loudly. Then I did the same with the other hand. Then I was ready rock and ro - no, that's a gay phrase. Nevermind.
"But if you want to have a 'friendly match,' I'm all for it."
My left foot would slide forward so that my side would be facing the guy, and I'd kind of.. wait. There was still a distance between us. Rushing at him from here would be stupid. And I've learned not to underestimate folks littler than me.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2011 23:09:51 GMT -8
"Say what you want, little guy. I'm not trying to impress anyone."
Little Guy? he hadn't been called that, not in a long while in fact he couldn't even recall being called that as a child. It made his blood curl, in the sense not of anger but perhaps more so in the sense of a challenge.
"It was the quickest way to get rid of the roid-rager."
However much that may be true, it was still quite dishonorable. Through Jaus' eyes there was more than the quick easy fix to a battle, there was respect, Power, Achievement.
"You tryin' to prove somethin', guy? You look like you're ready to fight. Lemme tell you somethin', startin' brawls with every random fellah ya meet isn't gonna land you in a good spot with anyone."
His knuckles would crack under the pressure of balled fists ready to consort with combat, his gaze leveled steadily. His blood riled with anticipation ready for the display of his improved abilities.
"But if you want to have a 'friendly match,' I'm all for it."
Friendly
Right.
"Alright then, friend."
With his poised stance, left foot in line with the toe of his right foot though each spread out at shoulder length apart. His hands would be poised still at his hips curled up into palms. Noting as each of them stood about a foot apart from one another Jaus quickly made the first move, while slow from his full speed he chose his target analytically. Left fist popping upward from his waist would come up and then strike at an angle towards his opponents right shoulder aiming to knock him aback and redirect his opponents weight back a measure of space, with his right fist he'd pull it back before angling it downward across the lower part of his opponents chin aiming to level him.
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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Jun 4, 2011 10:29:55 GMT -8
So the guy made the first move. The difference in our height looked to be about half a foot, maybe, so maybe this wouldn't work. Damn, it had been too long since I'd actually fought. As the guy approached, I angled my body lower so that his fist would pass between my shoulder and my ear, and I would dash toward him to slam my shoulder into whatever part of his body would be closest. If this would work, I'd go a few feet before stopping, letting science carry him as far as it could. I didn't know what force that was, inertia? Hopefully my tactic would work. If it did, then I'd resume a fighting position, doing a slightly taunting gesture like most typical fighting game characters do where they're all like 'Come on!' as if nothing can hurt them. But I get the strange feeling I'm going to get hurt here. "C'mon, pal. Don't go halfway, that's insulting."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2011 16:05:59 GMT -8
'Ooof'
Jaus would have left his torso open catching the ramming force in the gut, and while it didn't hurt too much the force was enough to catch him in the ribs and knocking the wind out of him, not to mention knock him aback and to the floor. Bam. On the floor, on his ass looking up and holding his gut briefly.
"C'mon, pal. Don't go halfway, that's insulting."
"Not halfway huh?"
He'd grin slowly unwrenching the weights at his arms and letting them fall the the floor, upon impact they'd shatter the ground briefly below them. Rubbing his wrists Jaus would feel the immense strength writhe through them, the boy wanted him to play at full then he'd show him the full strength he possessed.
Bang.
Lurching upwards from the floor Jaus would dip under the man's weight using what he was lacking in height to get under the man's ribcage and strike upwards into the bottom rib with a right jab. Sidestepping to the right Jaus would fire his right kneecap into the side of Mekiel's left kneecap just above and behind the bone which if contacted would drop him face down into the ground.
"You wanted full right?"
Strength: 200 Dexterity: 210 Constitution: 243 Intelligence: 40 Wisdom: 42 Charisma: 40
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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Jun 7, 2011 0:10:11 GMT -8
Weights. These kids just aren't normal, man. Much more hardcore than New York. But at least I know what to expect. The guy had heavy ass weights on and he was still kind of fast. So those must have been holding him back and - yeah, I was right, the guy was like a bolt of f[expletive]ucking lightning or something; I barely had any time to react. I knew he'd aim low, so the first thing I'd do is bend my knees to prevent any damage to them specifically and any damage to my ribs or chest. Of course, since I went down, the guy's punch got me in the chest, turning me over quite a bit, and his knee slammed into my GOD DAMN HIP! Why the hip?! Of all things, why the hip?!
The pain was ridiculous, it'd felt like I'd just got shot or something. But I knew that there were many guys like this, just another Takehiro or Lazarus or something. I just wasn't expecting too much of that from a little f[expletive]uck.
Now, the pain did really feel kind of, y'know, painful, but the kid took time to gloat. He was still real close so I'd take advantage of that. I'd have to do something real drastic real soon; I can't take too much more of this beast. So, what would I do? Well, I'd wrap my arm around the guy's leg and stand to my fullest height, that's what I'd do. With the guy taking the time to gloat he'd be too close to make an escape from this, and even if he did move a little, I've got long a[expletive]ss arms, so I'd still get him, despite his insane speed. Now, I'd stand up, too, because he'd be too damn vulnerable at this point - his head would be facing the ground and his waist would be at level with my chest. He wouldn't be able to touch the floor. I'd just take my free hand and pound it into the guy's back a few times.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2011 13:07:58 GMT -8
Caught up in the moment it'd seem as he was grappled at a close distance, moving quickly however with his right[?] leg grasped by the giant he'd go head under heels enough so that he'd be dangling from the grasp of his opponent. Instinctively his hands would reach downward to grasp the ground finding no levity here as he was being held off his center of balance however that didn't mean he was lacking any strength. Advantage yes, he was taken from the center of the gravity which was bad, and a drop would certainly hurt like a bitch but he was remaining positive. Lashing out the opposite leg Jaus would kick for the face and seeing as he was being lifted off the ground would mean he was closer to the face meaning clearly within his reach.
A solid kick to connect with the face if not dropped prior, though a drop would result in not being his in the torso. Palms spread wide he'd catch himself in a handstand and proceed to kick again this time more centralized at the Adam's apple. Letting his arms buckle at the elbows he'd drop to the floor and roll a fair distance away before getting back to height and charging again, this time his shoulder would be lowered at the right side buckling into the sternum and would proceed to jut upward into the chin. A tank strategy was to push inward constantly, never let the foe gain rest.
If however he was never released Jaus would continue pummeling the guy with constant kicks to the face resulting in some serious head trauma.
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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Jun 7, 2011 23:16:19 GMT -8
Well, given the proximity, a kick to the face would be nigh impossible. I mean, he could get the tricep with his heel if he really tried, but there'd be no force behind that. Nothing. So all that would come in to my face would be a nice man thigh. Seriously, what a great sight, eh? Thighs up close and personal. Since the guy was in such a vulnerable position with his only hope being to pull off some crazy back flip using mainly his core. He got put in a real tight spot leaving himself so open, and to use it against him felt kind of.. dirty.
"Come on, kid! Do better than shove your man stuff in my face!"
Both hands would grip his calf area and then I would swing him overhead, and slam him down onto a pile of weights. Having him in a hold made things easy, yeah, but there wasn't much fun in that, was there?
[OoC: Sorry it took so long to edit >.>]
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