~Red, White, Black & Blue~ [C]

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine} {Color Games}

'If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.'
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-- Saul's establishment 'The Veil'. A popular bar harboring an underground fighting ring known as 'The Pit' obviously below its structure. Saul was a smart man making money on two fronts simultaneously at that. The exotic beauty was no stranger to this world. Saul and her had a bond of sorts if not a friendship; a word that wasn't something to escape her lips with the utmost meaning. Though she naturally shouldn't have been allowed within Saul did anyways especially in the circuit. He knew she liked to blow off some pent up steam from time to time so he let the little exotic beauty go a few rounds. She generated money that was for sure. And the people enjoyed her. Nova was what they called her. It wasn't just merely a stage name but her middle name as well.

-- The night seemed to be drawing in a bigger crowd than usual. People poured in growing in noise levels. Music bumped in the background as two fighters engaged in the caged ring. A young female dressed in a sleeveless, spandex like attire with white knuckle gloves that had a dash of red trimming seemed to wait patiently for her brash male opponent to make his move. Most of the match he had been making mistakes and she had been capitalizing on them. She had been toying with him like a cat to a mouse, just playing a game of tag. However where she striked was key areas so though she could've ended sooner she decided to wear him down. He lashed out in a blinding lunge forward only to be met with a hard right cross to his face. There was no bracing, no saving. Due to his own negeliance he K.Oed himself. His body fell hard against the mat and the ref didn't bother counting. 

"You're winner is Nova! Alright folks who we got next on the card cause my girl here needs a challenge!"

-- While Charlie declared her win Nova walked off to her corner, The gate opened and someone handed her a bottle of water and a towel. She had barely broken a sweat to need it. She readjusted the white headband holding her hair back, fixed it back into a messy bun again and took a swig of the water.

"You'll get a better one than that. But you sure toyed with him. You could've finished him long ago."

"But where's the fun in that?"

-- Cereza tossed the effects back to the guy and closed the gate. Side to side she cracked her neck; stretching out her arms again. Her back would be towards whomever this new arrival was for now while she reworked out any kinks. 

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[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

Damien Caine pushed the door open and stepped into the bar. The irresponsible but fun-loving façade of a teacher dropping away, being replaced by the cliché smirk of the true Mayhem behind the man surfaced. Casually strolling to the bar, Mayhem pulled out his wallet and placed down a twenty hard to the counter to get the barman attention. "Glass of Vodka, no ice." He ordered, and would wait for whatever quips the barman came back with and awaited his drink. 

When his drink came, Mayhem took the glass along with his change, and without missing a beat headed towards the back. Heading down into the pit, Mayhem smelled the air of the underground and his smirk turned to a please smile. Sipping his drink he moved through the crowd and towards the ring. He didn't bother with getting ready properly like most of the fighters would, instead he watched the end of the current fight. Knowing that he was slated to be up next, having timed his arrival to be just before he was meant to be. Downing his glass of vodka, he placed the glass by the outside of the cage and started to climb up. Obviously the man who had been calling the fights, looking through his info would have the question answered before he found it when he looked up and saw Mayhem coat. 

"That's right ladies and gentlemen, introducing Mayhem, the little king of chaos trying to claim kingship of more then just his name sake. If size won fights, this guy has this in the bag, but we all know from her previous match that this Nova starts small but ends big." Charlie called to the crowd, as Mayhem pulled open the cage and climbed inside. Mayhem took his own corner in the ring, and removed his jacket and tossed it out of the cage before a man would slam the cage closed. 

Mayhem sized up his competition and smirked, stretching and clicking joints in preparation. "Nova? Odd name. Mayhem my name, Mayhem is the game. So let get this shindig started." Mayhem shouted and waited for the fight to be start, taking up a stance ready. 

His left leg lead, along with his left arm doing so as well, but held at almost a 45 degree angle aimed downward. His right leg, was at just over 100 degree angle from the direction his left leg, and his legs had a ready but seemingly relax slight bend to them. While his right arm, was crossed up, held in front of his chest and fist just below and in front of the direction his chin was. 

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine} {Color Games}

'If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.'
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"That's right ladies and gentlemen, introducing Mayhem, the little king of chaos trying to claim kingship of more then just his name sake. If size won fights, this guy has this in the bag, but we all know from her previous match that this Nova starts small but ends big."

~Mayhem? Really?~

-- Not that she knew the guy but she couldn't help but ponder on the name. How many folks create such niches for themselves. Most sounded like wannabe superheroes or villains. Everyone wanted a name with a kick. 'Little king of chaos' made Cereza snicker inside while she turned to see this 'Mayhem' character. Yeah he was tall ok. Cereza wasn't short so that matter not. Sure he had a build but she herself wasn't small in stature either. So what else then? He was attractive sure and so she was she. Two rather attractive people were about to put black and blue marks on their pretty little bodies. Nothing new.

"You really wanna question my name, MayHAM? No comment."

-- Yes not unlike a child she twisted his name. He was trying to ham up the crowd and all. Her little sarcastic quip back at him ended with a smirk as she stepped forward just a few steps from being dead center in the ring. Her legs parted in a relaxed stance - left leading right back just about shoulder width apart. She appeared to be a little more on the balls of her feet to make sure she wasn't caught flatfooted to the ground - knees naturally bent just enough. Her left arm was raised in front of her face, bent at the elbow slightly and a little more forward than compared to her right which was by her chest. Both hands were open faintly capable of grabbing or balling a quick fist. Her left hand shifted to curl a finger to tell him to come on while verbally egging it on as well. Her trademark smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Age before beauty."

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[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

Mayhem chuckles lightly for a moment at Nova's returning quips, it would appear he was in the ring with a witty one indeed. Wanting him to make the first move. Mayhem didn't really care in a fight if he was the aggressor or the defender. There were different tactic to both in things, and Mayhem had been on both side over the years. So he started to move in with small steps at first in order to line up so they were facing side to side, before closing. 

"As you wish." 

When about a foot or so out of her range, or the range he expected for someone her height, retaking his stance as it had been before. Then came the explosion of movement. Quickly his right arm would come across his body as his hips turned as if he was going to throw a hook high, and try and just over power her high guard. However it was a feint, for as he turned his right leg would come across as well. His right arm, curling at the elbow and in as he dropped lower in order to prevent her lashing out to grab the feinting arm. Using his right leg to sweep at around knee level of her leading leg with his upper shin, and even if she pull her leading leg back, because he had closed as he threw the feint the length of his leg would mean that his foot might be able to catch the back of her right leg calf due to the angle of his leg. 

His stance would also allow him to reasonably protect both himself and his balance, as his low guarding arm as he drop would move slightly to the side and if she tried to unbalance him could easily ground itself to the floor in order to keep it. While the right arm which had curl back in front the feint would be in a position to protect his torso and head if needed.

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine } {Color Games}

'If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter..'
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-- Hawk like eyes watched his steady approach. The roar of the crowd and music began to drain itself out of her hearing as much as she could deafen it, placing her focus upon the man before her. Being perceptive was something she prided herself on. Watching carefully for anything at any time. Steady breaths escaped her lungs in anticipation of what he would do. The options were almost boundless and she needed to be ready to act at a moments notice.

-- She noted he paused just a bit out of her range before swiftly lashing out. A high hook, shifting his hips usually meant adding proper power but in other cases it could also indicate a kick instead. Though it was a feint she still tilted back a bit in a small weave motion to avoid any misjudgment. During the motion her reaction to his sweep came along with it in unison. The subtle shifting in his weight gave it away just slightly not by much. Nova lifted her lead foot and his came to swipe she checked his own by pushing down just above the top of his foot more towards the shin. Her foot would naturally slid down to the ankle and foot to keep his leg grounded. All within the same motion leaning a bit forward so with her weight he wasn't going to be moving anywhere yet if she caught it. Her left elbow would rise straight up in his face and possibly clip his chin as she would follow that with a right hook if the elbow landed. Had the elbow not landed her right would've been positioned near her torso ready. Had everything connected Nova would've backed off giving a little gap between them. But it was a maybe, no guarantees. For now she remained in a close quarter situation forcing his hand.

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[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

Mayhem leg would hurt somewhat when she brought her leg down on is in order to prevent the sweeps completion. However he didn't exactly care, in fact Mayhem would cause it to hurt more with what he did after to react to her follow up elbow, gritting his teeth together in preparation for what he was going to do. 

As her elbow came in, Mayhem would lean back in order to avoid. Though this put more stain on his leg as he expected it would do so, and would in turn mean that he would likely end up going over backwards. However this was part of the plan, as his right hand that had been in a position that in truth it could have possibly blocked rather then blocking would slip behind the elbow before it could be brought away. His inner elbow linked with hers, and him clamping his arm shut over it so she couldn't easily slip free. 

Falling backward, Mayhem superior weight and strength would easily be able to pull her up off his leg, finally putting that strain to an end and allowing him to turn as he fell. In order to bring her body around and come crashing down into the mat next to him. As they hit the mat, Mayhem aiming to land on his left side, while having brought her down on her front Mayhem would try to roll atop of her. Mounting her back and moving his arm to turn the link of his arm around hers, into a lock that would be pushing her arm painfully up her own back. 

If however she was brought down to the ground in some other position then the one planned. Or slipped away before he could bring her to the floor at all. Mayhem would roll away quickly and up to a crouch position facing her, ready for some form of counter assault. 

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine} {The Color Games}

'If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.'
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-- Small success was better than none. His action wasn't completely unorthodox but it wasn't entirely expected either. Quick analysis made her think he was the type to take the blow to give the blow. She could respect that as she on the occasion was the same. However his plan wouldn't go accordingly to a tee. With the extremely tight proximity it made the elbow quick and tight. When he leaned back and his arm attempted to reach around her own, hers was already coming back down uncurling. This would make him trying to lock with her elbow more difficult if not at all.

-- She too would lean back for at first thinking he was going to clip her face. This further made the reaction of her arm uncurling as instincts. Though his arm wouldn't lock as he thought to drag her down with him, the opposite tug between the two would send them both backwards respectively. Her arm would likely get to slip out and her foot releasing his putting her in a backpedal turn back roll into a crouching position on the ground as well. Her head was quick to snap up to get her eyes back on him she didn't want to get blindsided if he was quicker than he was letting on. Facing him -still crouched- she blew a few strains of hair out of her face and smirked.

"I see you're gonna be the highlight of my night huh. King of chaos right? Show me."

-- She would egg him on as she rose back up and back into her previous stance. She was genuinely interested in what he could produce. She wasn't hiding that factor in the slightest.

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[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

"Fuck!" Mayhem cursed under his breath as Nova slipped from his intended grip and push away. Staggering back, and ending up in a low crouch as Nova did the same. Rather then wait however, Mayhem pushed forward off his back leg hard, while she was standing and started to charge towards her. Before leaping into the air at her. "Hell yeah I am." He shouted back at her mid-flight to her little quip. 

His body would come in low, his arms aiming to come around her waist as he took her to the ground hard. Landing on his knees, he would quickly try to move up and get his legs over hers and sit on top of her waist. Bringing his arms down from around as he did, and then attempted to side of his left fist down hard on her right collar bone. While his right arm stayed up ready, prepared to either protect his face from any form of strike back, or to uncouple possible attempts of her getting her legs around him, to pull him off her body. 

He could help but smirk as he fought, he was having a hell of a time. He had always enjoyed fighting, and well he couldn't complain about taking on a women. They could give as good as any man, and were much more pleasant to get in a grapple even if it was them that were dong so.

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine } {Color Games}

'If you can't go back to your mother's womb, you'd better learn to be a good fighter.'
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-- Was she prepared for a tackle? Partially however his tackle was different than the norm. He didn't go for one like a MMA styled fighter. No this was more of a street style lung aiming to pull the person off their feet and onto the ground entirely. Once more their proximity was a close one, yet bigger than before, however it still created lesser of an option for her to really completely avoid his attempt. Dodging was eliminated though countering was not. Thankfully Nova was a quick thinker and reactor.

-- His low lung towards her waist put him in a bind where he was dedicated giving her the first option she thought. Her back leg would quickly raise up with her knee aimed to catch him under his chin when he came in. This wouldn't stop his forward momentum entirely but no doubt would've rattled his brain and throw his intentions off. No question Mayhem would still crash into her sending her back onto the mat. Nova grunted hitting the floor. Just as she hit that leg she used to knee him earlier would be in a position under his chest with her foot against his left pectoral. It all happened in one motion from the strike to the fall to now as she would push with her foot to get him off of her. More or less pushing him to her left.

-- Had she been successful to that point Nova would roll over and attempt to take a mounted position over his waist, with her feet placed inside his thighs in a way slightly locking. This is what Orion often wanted from her to show more. The aggressive side than the passive counter one. If she got the mount while he was still a bit rattled, if so, Nova would attempt to aim a body blow to his right rib cage, hard. Followed by a series of precision rapid blows to the center line of his chest. A la Wing Chun teaching. Left, right, left and so on straight strikes stemming from her own center.

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[Mr. Damien 'Mayhem' Caine]

Speaking as he tackle towards Nova, turned out to be a very bad plan. As the way he flew, made blocking the knee to the chin pretty much unavoidable. The blow would not just rattle him, as she had wanted, but would cause him to bite down on his own tongue hard. Causing it to bleed, and fill his mouth with the taste of his own blood as they slammed to the mat. Still reeling he was sent over as she pushed hard with her leg and she rolled to mount him, much like he had been aiming to mount her. However it would be at that point reality would diverge from her intentions. Because as she mounted him, Mayhem didn't react in a very expect manner. 

He spat...hard. Siliva and blood in a spray and globs at her face. Not very sportsman like, not very clean but a instinctive reaction of battle knowledge. Either such an act would make most people recoil, or risk having her eyes sudden covered in blood and spit. Impairing her eye sight. 

Either way, he would bring up his right to send a fist toward her face after it. If she had recoiled, then she would have most likely abandon her plan blow for to the ribs. If shed he had been hit, however by the blood that would hopefully mask his fist enough that he would be able to strike out hard at her. If she followed through with the punch to the rib he would take it with a grunt, but those she had been planning to send after it, well they would be hard to deliver with a fist coming at her face.