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Post by hualord on May 28, 2007 13:06:27 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Keith and Ian
Arena Description: Graveyard during Sunset
Match Type: To The Knock Out
Special Rules: Fists Only, Stat/RP Combo
Xp up for Grabs: 4
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Post by Keith on May 28, 2007 14:08:51 GMT -8
Spending another sunset at the graveyard... This time, it was getting much cooler at night. Keith decided to practice up at the graveyard again for some reason. He would find peace and quiet and such places because there was hardly anybody around unless you count the numerous spirits that possibly lurked watching his every movements.
It would be as if the spirits were his audience. Just watching him, studying him, but not being able to touch him. That was the one big thing that separated the world of the living and the world of the dead. And that were two worlds that were better off being separated in the first place.
When you die, you die. You move to the next phase. Can't be stuck to the past... You move on... That was what the graveyard represented.
In a pair of black jeans, black boots, a tucked in t-shirt, black gloves, and a pair of black shades, Keith decided to train a bit in the graveyard.
With calm eyes, Keith stared down a nearby tree that was still growing. Judging from the size of the tree, its been around for a very damn long time. Possibly, this tree was here for many centuries long before people like Keith have walked this very earth.
"I hope you don't mind me practicing on you a bit. I know you can take whatever I can dish out," Keith said to the tree.
Taking a deep breath, Keith drew his left arm back and shot it forward giving it a hard left jab. Recently, Keith's strikes have gotten a bit stronger feeling the tree shake and rumble a bit from the blow of his punch.
"Sorry, I'll be gentler," he added.
Drawing back the left fist, Keith pivoted his body towards the left and hit the tree with a right punch causing the tree to shave with a few leaves falling off.
Pulling back the right fist, Keith then threw two punches forward in a hammer fist form. Right fist was on top of the left fist as Keith hit the tree with a double-fist strike to the foundation.
The tree shook a bit but was still standing.
"Good, you're still standing."
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Post by Mercado on May 29, 2007 19:40:42 GMT -8
It was the second time the freshmen had been to this graveyard since his time at #259. His last experience, like so many others in so many other varying locations, had not been a pleasant one. He'd recently returned back to the school after, shall we say, a long vacation. Now here he was....checking out all the areas he had previously visited out of maybe what you could call curiosity. He had wanted to see what had changed in his time away and this graveyard just happened to be where he had planned to stop by today.
~Markers? Check. Sun setting in the background? Check. Weird guy in black beating on a tree? Check...?~
Ian walked up from behind toward the dark figure in order to get a better look at the guy. He wasn't exactly being stealthy, but he did move lightly on his feet. When he got into arm's length of the unknown person, Ian tapped the guy on the shoulder and put on his newly acquired charismatic grin as he begun to speak.
"Taking out some frustration on that tree? Lost a loved one recently? Have a grudge against it? Or just plain bored? Comon, I have to be somewhat close right?"
Even though Ian had met the boy under similar conditions last time, he couldn't exactly recognize the guy. His appearance was entirely different from the last time they had made each others acquaintance, however, so was Ian's. Today Ian was wearing a white tank top under a light red jacket along with a pair of black jeans and white sneakers. Nothing fancy or over the top. Simply casual clothes for a casual day.
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Post by Keith on May 30, 2007 11:07:22 GMT -8
Feeling the tap on his shoulder, Keith stopped what he was doing and paused a bit. It was time to take a slight break from punching the shit out of that tree.
"Taking out some frustration on that tree? Lost a loved one recently? Have a grudge against it? Or just plain bored? Comon, I have to be somewhat close right?"
First one, no. Second one, no. Third one, no. Bored, somewhat... Keith felt he needed to get some practice in and trees are very strong so they are good praticing tool.
"Somwhat on the bored part," Keith answered with his English accent. He added, "I needed to get some practice in. The most peaceful place to do it. And this big tree 'ere can take a whole lot of blows. Trees like this have been around for centuries..."
He adjusted his shades.
"What brings you to these parts?"
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Post by Mercado on Jun 10, 2007 10:50:46 GMT -8
"Meh...Just reminiscing I suppose." Ian said with a shrug as he looked away from the boy toward a marker. His eyes suddenly grew a darker hue....but only for a second. He didn't like thinking about the past. His past was filled with alot of shit he just didn't like thinking about. But that’s just another story under another rock Ian didn't feel like looking under today. Nope, wallowing in the past wasn't something he had wanted to do today, yet it seemed unavoidable as most things people had to face were.
Ian blinked twice as his eyes returned to their former glow as he looked back toward the stranger with renewed enthusiasm. "Hey, how about doing a fellow time killer a favor?" Ian brought his hands up towards his face and gripped them both into fists. "And hell, you know what? Just for kicks, I won’t even use my legs."
Ian expected the guy to take up his little challenge for sparring session. The guy seemed hella bored, and looked as if he wanted to get some practice in. Examining the guy for a quick second though, Ian couldn't really tell much about the guy. Whether he was strong, fast, or really even that smart. Ya the guy was kind of built, but that could have simply been for looks. And his eyes were hidden behind his black shades. If anything, Ian would think this guy was something straight out of the matrix given his cool demeanor and all black outfit. But when it came to figuring things out trial and error always seemed to work out right?
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Post by Keith on Jun 10, 2007 11:04:32 GMT -8
Keith saw the person get into a stance and bring up his fists. Seemed that the person wanted a fight. But hey, Keith was all for fighting. He could do nothing but oblige the person with a fight. However, Keith wanted to get some fighting in. He felt a bit rusty.
"And hell, you know what? Just for kicks, I won’t even use my legs."
Calmly, Keith placed his fists up and got into a stance. He would keep his eyes on his opponent. It was time to rock. Keith wasn't going to use his legs either. But he really didn't need to use kicks in this match.
It was time to get this match started. This would be an interesting fight. Of course it would inspire Keith to work more on his punches and grappling. But here goes.
Since this person initiated the challenge, it was only necessary that he start it. With that, Keith motioned with one hand for the person to come at him.
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Post by Mercado on Jun 13, 2007 18:38:02 GMT -8
"An acceptance? Wonderful! So now, if you don't mind..." Ian said while dragging out his last sentence as he wound up his attack,"Let's begin!"
Ian quickly pulled back his right arm down toward his waist, and with a quick uppercut-like motion, sent a hard punch aimed for his opponent's abdomen. Given that the motion of the move was pretty obvious for the trained eye, and that the direction of the attack could only go so many ways, Ian counted on the fact of his distance to his opponent to give him a slight edge in this fight.
He may have given up his greatest asset, but just because he wouldn't use his legs to attack, didn't mean he still didn't have the mobility they granted him.
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Post by Keith on Jun 13, 2007 19:24:15 GMT -8
There, the person throw a right uppercut aimed for his gut. A good move, but not good enough. As the blow came at him, Keith would quickly move to his right about two steps and rotate his upperbody a bit to prevent getting hit.
As Keith moved to avoid the uppercut, he would counter with an attack of his own. While evading the punch, Keith would bring up his right arm and use it to throw a hard right cross to his opponent's face. Should it connect or not, Keith would bring it back and follow up with a hard back fist attack.
Should the back fist attack connect, Keith would bring his his right arm back and shoot it forward to strike his opponent in the nose with an upwards palm strike.
It felt pretty damn good to get rid of this rust.
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Post by Mercado on Jun 13, 2007 20:05:42 GMT -8
Ian's eyes followed the man's movement closely, and shifted his body back into a neutral position as soon as his strike had missed. The moment he saw his opponent pull back his right arm, he figured that the next attack was going to either consist of a jab, a grab, or a hook, each with the relatively same counter. Moving quickly, in order to compensate for the time it would take to effectively dodge one of the man's attacks, Ian quickly ducked down while shifting his weight to his left.
By doing this, he managed to dodge the man's first attack. Rising quickly in order to place himself in a favorable position, Ian then pulled his left arm back, readying himself to sent a left hook into the guy's jaw. However, he didn't expect the man to quickly use the same arm and attack again with it. Caught off guard, Ian's head suddenly jerked to his left as the man's strike impacted on his left cheek. With the fact that he didn't even see the attack coming, it only added to the pain.
What came next, which was only because of Ian's stumbling, was a upwards palm that hit against Ian's forehead instead of his nose. The attack didn't send the freshmen reeling backwards, but it did have enough force to send the boy flying up a couple feet before gravity took over and sent him back down toward the ground. Ian could taste the blood that began to fill his mouth from the first strike he received from Keith. He couldn't exactly tell if his forehead was bleeding or not, but it sure as hell was pounding.
Turning to his side as he spit the blood that had filled up in his mouth, Ian pushed himself up his feet as he took his boxing stance again. "Heh man, your not bad. How about we try that again?" Ian said, this time using the same hand motion the man had used to beckon him to attack. Though he was seeing stars, Ian wasn't going to let a little dizziness slow him down.
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Post by Keith on Jun 14, 2007 9:22:51 GMT -8
"Heh man, your not bad. How about we try that again?"
This time, it would be Keith's turn to attack. He was curious to see how well his opponent can react to these attacks soon to come. Without hesitating, Keith would dash foward to his opponent.
Getting close enough, Keith would throw a hard right palm strike to his opponent's left eye. Should that connect, end result should be that his opponent would suffer uncontrolled watering in the eyes along with blurred vision.
Should that connect or not, Keith would pull his arm back and throw an uppercut aimed directly underneath the nose. If that connected, the end result should be great pain and watery eyes on his opponent's part due to it being a nerve center.
Let's see how he reacts to more excessively painful attacks...
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Post by Mercado on Jun 17, 2007 16:47:25 GMT -8
Ian knew that predicting any attacks were exactly his forte, so he gambled on simply avoiding the first one instead. When his opponent began dashing toward him, he focused his senses and kept his eyes attuned to any type of movement made by the man that would seem like an attack.
As soon as the boy's hand whipped out toward his head, Ian began his counterattack against the boy. In a swift motion, Ian rotated his body, while positioned on his right foot, left in a circular motion. Planting his left foot firmly on the ground, he simultaneously brought up his both his arms. With his left he would grip the man's right wrist, and with his right he would grip the forearm of the man's right arm. Not stopping in his motion, Ian would then quickly raise his right leg to help push the man up, while pulling the man's right arm over his shoulder.
If all went as planned, Ian would have successfully have performed a pretty basic Judo flip on the man. Normally, if you took into account Ian's strength while factoring the boy's weight, of course it would be impossible for the freshmen to even think about pulling something off like that. Yet by using his opponent's momentum, Keith's first strike, his body would be launching itself forward. So by taking advantage of that momentum and continue by redirecting it, Ian could have a chance at flooring the man in one swift movement.
And if he did in fact succeed with the move, Ian wasn't exactly sure where he would go from there.
~Oh well, I’ll just see if I can even get there to think that far ahead.~ Thought Ian as he began carrying out the move he had all planned out in his head.
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Post by Keith on Jun 17, 2007 17:38:31 GMT -8
He's trying to use Judo on me...That was Keith's reaction. Since grappling was Keith's forte, he knew what to do to evade grapples. He would allow for his right hand/arm to be grabbed with both hands. Keith knew exactly what his opponent was going to do, try to flip him onto the ground. However, it seemed that his opponent didn't pay attention to his left hand. Keith could feel himself getting pulled forward in his opponent's direction. That was what Keith wanted to happen at this moment because he would have a "nice" surprise to hand out soon. As the person attempted to flip him onto the ground, Keith would take advantage of the right ear that was exposed. Seemed the person attempted to execute an O Goshi aka Large Hip Throw on him. A good technique as long as the opponent isn't as fast as you are though. Before the person could try to finish executing the counter attack, Keith would use his left arm. He would throw a hard left fist to the right side of the person's neck very hard. A blow to the neck should stun the person. If the blow connects, Keith would use the same hand to grab the person's right ear and tug it backwards to cause some good amount of pain.
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Post by hualord on Aug 9, 2007 18:37:46 GMT -8
Grace period is long past due.
Win: Keith +4
Loss: Ian +3
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