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Post by Tyr Odinson on Sept 18, 2009 11:54:43 GMT -8
This Tournament is with Base Stats only. No items, no Qi. Place what your Base stats are in OOC at bottom of your first post.
You are led to a large, broken down and ruined building. There is a large Cage at the center 30 feet in diameter, surrounded by hundreds of underground fighters and individuals. You are given a white pair of very thin Sweatpants. You are instructed that all shirts, loose change, watches, etc are to be removed. Females will be given Black Sports Bras. Thin silver collars are placed around your necks to repress your Qi and it molds to your skin to prevent grabbing. Shouts can be heard, a loud Din of students from 259 and Gangs off the street.
Good luck Ladies and gents.
LETS GET IT ON!
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 14:04:24 GMT -8
Sara was tying her long hair back in a tight bun as she was lead into the large cage in the center of the building. She had not been happy to find that there had been a specific dress code to this, and had bitched the whole time she was changing. She had chosen to remove her shoes as well in the end, to prevent anything from holding her back. As she finished pulling up her hair, her hand scratched at the metal collar around her neck. It was uncomfortable, but wouldn't get grabbed at least, same with her hair. A bun, as uncomfortable as it was, would stop her opponent from being able to use her hair against her. It was better then cutting it off right? Ignoring the cheers and yelling all around her, she took up her spot at one end of the arena, moving right into a defensive stance, left leg leading, hands slightly raised, and fists lightly clenched. Her stomach was roiling at the thought of this fight, but it was being watched that was throwing her off. She wasn't worried about the fight itself, she was going to come out on top no matter what. For once, she wasn't rushing anything. He could start. OOC - Base Statistics
- Strength: 42
- Dexterity: 60
- Constitution: 60
- Intelligence: 60
- Wisdom: 60
- Charisma: 17
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 18, 2009 22:58:18 GMT -8
time for yet another tournament, sign-ups had been in the listing for only a short weeks before they'd filled up luckily Gabriel was fast enough to claim first. A small grin at that satisfaction, first something he'd aspired to become but not through any underhanded means. All his life he'd learned to live life by the way of a warrior, which had often meant life or death. Honor was a silly code it only led you to death but respect was refined in the way you fought to become the best. And in this arena he'd have time to prove that. Taking off the collor only to replace it with another one he found his way to the arena a small grin on his face as he met his opponent once again. "Hello traitor..." He smiled all to dispisingly as he entered the cage his stance almost too cocky at the present, he'd enjoy it. The instant they would start Gabriel would flex into a defensive stance as his arms came up at the ready and his energy focused and harnessed ready to unleash the second it was necessary. Sara was strong opponent but it didn't matter, Gabriel had karma on his side, if you believe in that. OOC - Stats- Strength: 64
- Dexterity: 60
- Constitution: 70
- Intelligence: 60
- Wisdom: 56
- Charisma: 41
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 19, 2009 13:30:26 GMT -8
"Hello traitor..."
She smiled at him, chuckling softly. So he remembered that eh? Ahhh... That had been a fun day. She gave him a quick wink, she harbored no hard feelings for anything that had happened. It seemed he still hadn't moved on. "Don't be so childish. Seems I made the right choice doesn't it though?"
With that, she started. Seems he was going to be a little chicken. Running straight at him, she drew her right fist back and planted her right foot in front. Throwing her fist forward as though in a straight jab, she aimed to hit him just above his nose, not breaking it, just stunning him for a quick moment, just long enough to pull off the next part. As she retracted her hand, her fist would open, and grab the wrist of his right hand.
Pivoting quickly on her right foot, she would turn so that she ended up behind him, facing his back. Having pulled his arm with her, his right arm would now be twisted awkwardly behind his back. As soon as she finished turning, her left foot would aim to hit the back of his knees, knocking them out and dropping him to the ground to land on either one or both of his knees. As he dropped, her left hand would grab the upper part of his left arm and pull, her hand sliding the length of the arm to grab onto his wrist as she pulled his other arm behind his back.
Then it was just a matter of placing her left foot between his shoulder blades and pulling on his as hard as hard as she could. He had two option if everything went alright. This being a submission hold, he could give up before she did any damage, or, she could mess up his back and dislocate his arms, making him unable to fight.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 20, 2009 13:42:32 GMT -8
Gabriel smirked at her response feeling so inclined as to not reply, it would appear as though Sara didn't exactly have that sort of long term scheme going on in her mind, always about the short little gains here and there. A small chuckle before she charged head on. Gabriel shifted his body to the right using his left hand to grab her fist mid thrust before hitting the face while in the same quick repetition would throw his right fist into the inside of her elbow perhaps dislocating it. His feet would turn to mirror hers while still holding on and at this point his back would be facing her his arm linked just over hers. Gabriel would fire his elbow back into her face doing the same stun job to her nose if she didn't evade it.
Following up that intricite series of brawls Gabreil would drop his weight into his knees while still holding Sara and roll his feet as to catch her legs of the ground. From here he'd turn to mount her releasing the hands for once as it was necessary for him to spin around to face her efficietly. From his perch (if of course he'd made it this far) Gabreil would throw several punches to her face over and over, right, lift, right left.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 20, 2009 22:42:00 GMT -8
[OOC - I'm assuming that's what you wanted then.]
Sara slammed her right fist towards Gabriel's face, only to have him catch it with his left just before it hit. In one quick movement, he slammed his right fist into her elbow. Knowing it was actually quite useless, she continued to move forward, allowing her elbow to bent outward, the way a normal arm bends. This would allow her to get almost chest to chest with him, trapping his right arm between them.
Using this opportunity to her advantage, she proceeded to attempt two attacks simultaneously. The first, her left fist would shoot out towards his neck to slam into his throat and send him into a horrible coughing fit or a partial collapse to his airway. This would serve one other purpose as well. It would further trap his right arm between them, and prevent him from going for her face or neck as his arm would be under hers and would prevent him from being able to block.
The second attack, occurring at the same time, would be a hard left knee to his groin.
All this, because of their positions and closeness should have gone without a hitch. If it had, Sara would take this one step further, using her left hand that had gone to punch his neck, would reach up, grabbing onto his hair and pulling his head down. Pulling back her left knee and placing it behind her would put some distance between them. Continuing to pull his head down by the hair, she would slam her right knee up to meet his face. Hopefully, this would be the knockout, and she would let go, quickly stepping back from him before he could retaliate.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 21, 2009 20:43:10 GMT -8
Gabriel had found himself rather surprised when Sara had clasped his hand between their bodies but it left an opening still fo him only if he were able to act fast enough and indeed she'd grown quite faster. Yet the advantage lied within the close proximity she'd enabled him to use his lack of speed and more so bonus to his own strengths. Gabriel reeled back shortly as she jabbed at his throat only increasing the concussive recoil of his head aiming to slam into her head. The whole while Gabriel's hand would not loose grip of hers.
Afterwards he'd be left with a throbbing throat and a throbbing head, hopefully if he was lucky she'd have suffered so head damage herself. Gabriel was not about to let her get away and use the distance and speed to her advantage in this brawl, all close-quarters and brutal.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 21, 2009 22:44:17 GMT -8
As Gabriel reeled his head back, Sara was already putting into motion what she had been doing all along, having pulled back her left knee to put some space in between them, and as he launched his head forward Sara grabbed him by the hair and leaned back slightly further to account for his added momentum, and pulled his head down as she slammed her right knee up to meet his face.
His head butt didn't stop her plan of attack, but actually made it a lot worse for him, the strength put into his head butt would recoil back on him on top of the knee slam, and all things considered he would have been better to have not attempted the head butt at all. Before she was hoping for a knockout, but now she'd be counting on one since he added some of his own momentum and strength into the mix.
Not only would Gabriel be dealing with what was hopefully a lack of air from a partially collapsed airway if her attack earlier had done it's job, but he'd be dealing with a major blow to the head. Lack of oxygen and head trauma are a good recipe for knocking out an opponent.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 22, 2009 21:24:19 GMT -8
Having his hair grabbed would have been a problem if he were slowler. Gabriel took the instant that Sara used to seperate their bodies so he could free his arms and form a defensive block so that his head would strike the cushion of his arms rather than the blunt force of her knee. Once the momentum was lost and shifted Gabriel would put his strength into his heels and push Sara with a hard force wrapping his arms around her waist and working to pin her up against the cage. Once this was accomplished Gabriel would free a hand from her waist and try to sieze her throat forcing the air out of her.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 25, 2009 10:28:55 GMT -8
As Sara stepped back, he took the chance to cross his arms, defending against her knee. No problem. He still took a shot, that was what mattered. His arms then moved, wrapping around her waist. Instinctively, she let go of his hair, and wrapped her arm around his neck in a hold, pulling his head to her side and making it so that his head was further out behind her. When he pushed forward off his heels, she slid, but kept her balance, allowing him to push her back, and thus slam his own head into the cage wall behind them.
The heel of the foot behind her would hit the cage wall and provide her with leverage and footing. With her arm wrapped around his neck, holding him, and her body leaning forward, his arms would not be able to reach up to her neck and she would be free to do as she pleased to his back. She threw her knee up to catch his chest while she slammed her free fist into his side, trying to break his ribs, her arm around his neck would be pushing against his airway, effectively choking him out when he most likely would have trouble breathing already. So once again he'd be facing a hit to the head and a lack of oxygen, in addition to painful strikes toward his ribs and chest.
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Post by Tyr Odinson on Sept 26, 2009 1:05:58 GMT -8
This is difficult to judge.
In the end, i'd say Sara wins. posts were a little longer and cleaner.
Still, good fight though ^_^
next round will be posted later today.
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