John -v- Travis

[Zack Asiv]

# of Fighters: 2

Names of Fighters: John Ong, Travis Delmont

Arena Description: Wal Mart Supercenter

Match Type: To Knock Out

Special Rules: Stats Only! (+2xp win, +1xp lose) Items Only! (No exp boost) Special Conditions! (1xp win, +1xp lose)

Exp up for Grabs: 3

[Travis Delmonte]

Wal-mart. Where there was just about anything you could possibly want to buy. TVs, Movies, CDs, Food, Clothes. Everything. There was even an abundance of humans constantly walking about. The only thing that Wal-mart ever seemed to lack was staff support. He couldn't count how many times he had entered a Wal-Mart and barely seen staff. Or if he did see staff walking about, they were usually old and unable to stop a fight, if it were to break out.

And thats exactly what Travis aimed to do today. Have a brawl, with whatever fighter-type popped into view. He didn't care who, or why. If he was to see someone that he could study and determine whether or not they were a fighter, he would wreck 'em. That was his mentality going into a fight now-a-day. Wreck 'em at all costs. No mercy, no holding back. An all out brawl.

And he wasn't wearing any cloths that would hold him back today. A pair of rather tough jeans, not too tight, not too loose. A simple white tanktop would rest upon his chiseled chest. A pair of black and gray regulation boots upon his feet. A pair of plain leather gloves upon his hands. That loose leather bandanna would be wrapped around his head, keeping his neck length orange hair out of his face. A pair of silver and black goggles around his neck as those icy blue orbs scanned the store for a target. All the while, lyrics to a song played in his head.

Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood.
For the public's craving, existence in the dark.

It's in our nature to destroy ourselves.
It's in our nature to kill ourselves.
It's in our nature to kill each other.
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill.

[John]

Can't be Touched
Can't be Stopped
Can't be Moved
Can't be Rocked
Can't be Shook
We' Hot

This played repeatedly in his head. Why he was at Wal-Mart? And why where these lyrics running through his head? Oh... Because he was in the CD section listening to a DMX song. Ok so he liked a huge veriety of music. Not his fault. He came to Wal-Mart because they carried a huge veriety of music and he was running low on songs. One mite not think the way this person... In particuler was, that he wouldn't like something so miniscuel as music, but in fact he admired it. They way it made him feel sometimes was extatic.

So he decided to buy this CD. The song was good enough, and he liked the Artist, so it was a bonus... Well that would of been too perfect, huh? A person just so happened to bump into him and rtake his CD... Took it! Freaking thief. John wasn't at all happy about this injustice. How dare he take John's CD.

"You little."

John moved freakishly fast and got infront of the punk that took his CD. The kid tried to dodge to one side, and John threw his hand in the same direction blocking his path, at the same time bending the opposite knee. As the kid did a spin like in a football run; he must of been an athlete. John straightened out that knee bringing his fist up into the jaw of the kid, the power came from his legs instead of his fists. Ong knew how weak his punches where, so he was learning how to use his legs in that kind of attack. Suffice it to say the kid was dropped and he got his CD back.

[Travis Delmonte]

Bingo. Perfect match. From what Travis had seen, he knew this kid was a fighter. Not only from what he had just watched there, but from past experience. Travis had met this kid at 259 before. And he had fought him at least once, maybe twice. Though now, it seemed he was a lot better then before. This would prove to be fun, for sure.

Travis would have already been moved, just as John had leveled the kid. His aim was to attack from John's left side with just about no warning at all. Sure, the kid would probably hear his boots, but just because someone was running, didn't mean there was immediate danger. But who knew how this kid would react. Once he was about four feet from the kid, he would give a sudden drop, as his legs bent, his upper body moving forward, left side leaning more prominently forward.

Kicking hard against the linoleum floors of Wal-Mart, Travis would launch himself in a quick glide toward his new opponent, left arm lifted, bent at the elbow, and aimed to slam it directly into John's left side. Right arm curled near his upper torso, ready to react when the time came. A large smile and a twinkle in Travis' eye at this surely entertaining match.

[John]

John did see a runner, but he didn't care, he had his CD back. Thats all he wanted. But thats when he heard that runner way too close for comfurt. John shifted quickly to find this guy, but he was too late. He felt the elbow go right into his gut throwing him into a stand of CD's and some movies. He went straight through it breaking the stand in two. To say the least John wasn't all that happy about that. He pushed himself out of those CD's, feeling the pain from his ribs, which seemed to never freakin' heal. His breathing would have already switched to alittle quickened so he didn't have to move his chest much. But he would still need to stand up and fight. Great.

John knew this was going to be a fight, and not some pussy scuffle out in the school yard. So he got up fast, well as fast as it would be allowed. He would get sight on Travis as he burst from his place. Once he did he would throw a low side kicking stomp towards his opponents Shin's to see his reaction. He needed this information to better adapt to his opponent. Once he got used to whatever kind of flow he wanted to set, then the real fun would start.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis' elbow landed hard, and he let out a laugh as he watched his opponent fly backwards, and rip through the CD shelves and movie shells. But now, customers would be running right and left screaming about how awesome this was, or how these two hooligans should get the fuck out of the store. Travis simply ignored them, as he pressed the action forward, starting to run just after the kid had hit the shelves again.

And as he neared, and that kid got to his feet, Travis would have jumped, throwing his upper body forward, tilting so that his shoulder could be his weapon. He would have thrown his whole body weight into his attack, and as much strength he could have from pushing off the ground to slam John hard. Unknowingly, he would have jumped over the shin kick, not even paying attention to it as he planed to land that hard flying pro-football tackle.

[John]

John had taking his usual Muay Thai stance, with his arms raised infront of him for protection, though it would be weak on his right side due to his broken rib. Not to mention he arms in general where weak. He hadn't exactly expected to see the guy flying through the air, but thats about when he realized who it was. He remembered fighting him before. The pace of this fight was solid, and it seemed he was doing a shoulder rush.

The shoulder rush had worked but John wasn't so hurt by it that it knocked him for a loop. due to the Muay Thai stance he was more prepared for it than much any other way of fighting. He had his wits, and would reach around to wrap his arms around Travis's neck in the air. He would pull him in close and aim to slam his knee into his gut. Though that wall that was behind him looked like it may be coming up fast, so he wasn't sure how much time was left before they hit it, the impact would sure hit John hard, and would put more force into his knee strike to Travis's gut, but that is of course if everything went right.

If it did, John would be hard pressed for air, and it would feel like someone hit him in the kidney. Pain would ravage his right shoulder and lower back from the impact to the wall.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis' shoulder connected it, and soon both he and John would be flying through the air, dead set on slamming into a wall near by. And as he suspected, his opponent was no fool, instead of just taking the hit, he would apply his own attack. Wrapping his arms around Travis' neck and lifting his knee as they flew backwards to land it against Travis' ribs. A wince would come, but he had felt worse. And would feel even more pain once they connected with the wall if he didn't do something within seconds.

Thats where his left shoulder, which had been driven into John's chest would begin to shift enough so that Travis could get his left arm up between John's knee, and his own ribcage. He would then proceed to press down on it hard, so that it would not land against his ribs so easily. His right hand would also be pulling another motion, as he would maneuver it around so he could attempt to grab John's chin, and force his head back so that his head was the first thing to connect with the wall.

This would be a war. And Wal-Mart was their battleground.

[John]

When their bodies blasted into the wall, John's head was the first thing to hit the wall, he moved it back at the last second off of Travis's chin, and to the side, so he could make it bounce off the wall. His head would bounce, and fly forward in an attempt to head butt Travis, but at the same time, both fighters would be half way through the wall. Lights would flicker off for a moment, and the building would shake a little bit. Rubble and dabree falling from both the wall, and the cieling. Things falling off the shelves everywhere.

John's head was undoubtedly busted open in back, bleeding all over the wall. But he wasn't done, in fact, far from it, the pain was a good replacement for the usual weaklings. His lungs where hurting from having hit his back, and his ribs where on fire because of that non-healed rib. This was turning out to be a great idea as it was. He just hoped it continued in this fashion. Hopefully more blood, more destruction, more of everything. Chaos pure, raw, and simple chaos.

[Travis Delmonte]

Everything had worked out as Travis had wanted. John's head would go through the wall first, followed by his body and then Travis'. A growl would erupt from Travis' lips as John's head slammed against his own. A small cut splitting upon the center of his forehead. Small trickles of blood flowing down his face, toward his nose. While the pain was there, it would only push him forward as he would step backwards from the wreckage, left arm gripping at John's shirt he would attempt to tug him from his little custom cubby in the wall and have his way with him.

After the tug, he would attempt to yank him to the left, and twist Travis' own right side toward him so that he could send his right hand in a hay maker tot he side of John's head, while his left arm worked to throw John as well. When it all came together, Travis was attempting to throw John toward another case of CDs and the Wal-Mart Electronic's cash-out counters. As he would throw, that right hand of his would aim to inflict damage to john's head, and help to propel him harder toward that said CD case.

[John]

John was yanked out fo his whole, a little tired, and didn't react at the moment. He felt alittle weightless from the initial blow to the back of his head. And then the rebound off the guys own head. He was thrown and punched at the same time. Flying into the CD case, plowing straight through and hitting his back on the cash register, where glass would shatter, MP3 and iPod everywhere. John would be knocked up onto the other side of the register from pure force. If that wasn;t just the most interesting ride he has had in a while. Pain and a movie. He opened his eyes to see an iPod playing some music video. That was interesting.

He had to push through the paina nd imerge a bleeding mess from that throw. He would jump onto the counter of the cash register, where it was solid and not a display case. He was sure by now Travi would be moving and ontop of him in a matter of a second, maybe even before he got up, btu thats what made it so much fun. Bleeding messes, in a destroyed enviornment. Movies, CD's, electronic devices, all of it lay everywhere in heaps of demolished chaos. It was so perfect.

[Travis Delmonte]

AS john had suspected, Travis didn't lay and wait in the wake of his attack. No, he would have started to run just about the second he had released John. The beaten and battered boy would get up quickly, and it all made everything better. This kid wasn't afraid to take damage. He wasn't afraid of pain. He was a natural born fighter, just as Travis was. And this orange haired junior would come to admire this guy for his bravery, and his stupidity.

Ready to take and dish some more damage out, Travis had a nice little move in mind. As he neared the counter, he would leap into the air and send both of his legs out in front of him so he'd be flying in a drop kick toward John. Where was that drop kick aimed, you may ask? Well, it was simply aimed at the boy's shins. Yes, he planned on drop kicking John's legs out from under him while his own back would land and slide against the glass strewn counter-top.

He hoped that with the speed and momentum he would build, that he would be able to slam that kid's legs and keep sliding until he was off the counter, and in the middle where the employee's would stand. Of course, if it worked he would be dropping from the counter top and down onto all the objects from their warpath. Glass, Ipods, Zunes.. This was one hell of an expensive war.

[John]

Jogn was left unprepaired once more. His shins being taken out by a flying drop kick. John would be lifted up fromt he blow and made into doing a front flip, with his back landing against the counter. He would catch himself on the ground by his hands, his fire proof gloves protecting him from getting cuts on them. He would get up rolling to his feet, and spinning around. He would jump towards the counter, planting his left hand against it, and pushing with it to shoot out his right leg, pulling his left back in case it would be needed.

John's red eyes where glowing now, as the hydrogen in the air became visible to him. He focused his Qi into his foot and it caught fire. He would be throwing the semi drop kick towards Travis's chest. He would be pushing off the counter for power, plus his original jump with the strength in his legs, added on by the Raging Flame Boots. He hoped the speed in which his attack would be going that he would be able to land the blow.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis had NO time to react when he got to his feet. All those vivid blue orbs caught sight of was FIRE! In fact, he would scream out as the boy's feet slammed against his chest and threw him backwards, where he would slam his lower back into the other side of the counter, and then flip backwards and onto the other side.

"GAHAHA~! YOU'RE ON FIRE!"

The air would have been forced from his body as the pain of the kick consumed him for the moment. That white tank-top of his was turned black at the center of his chest, a large footprint-sized hole burned into it. His bare chest beneath it was irritated and red. It wasn't a bad burn. But it would be annoying later on. Pushing himself back to his feet, he would stare toward john, a large smile upon his face, intent to hurt and maim in those icy blues.

"Come on Mother Fucker! Lets kick this shit up a notch!"

[John]

"You want some of this!?"

John's arms would be engulfed in flames as he forced his Qi into the lower half of his arms. His eyes glowing dark red so he could see the hydrogen. They say hydrogen burns with an invisible flame, it was in fact John Ong's very own Qi that made it burn red. He would raise his arms infront of him, the red burning out the image of everything else but his opponent. He would burst forward, that tiny gap between them would become nothing in 0.1 second, as in a fight, a true fight, thats all it takes for a flaw to cost you the fight.

Once right there, he'd be in small corters so he would throw a straight up snap kick, running it through the field of hydrogen particles, his arms would go out and his right leg would explode in a flurry of fire, from his knee down the pants would burn away. The snap kick would be aimed up towards his chin, he wasn't positive if playing with his arms on fire would mislead that he would be using them or not, but it was worth the shot.