Wrestling Try-outs

[valekin]

(Approved by Shuuhei)

Valekin, through the means of deception, and a falsified ID in the age section, had acquired the position of Public High School #259's Wrestling coach. Coach Kaluskov. Boy did that sound nice didn't it? He had walked around the halls, putting up little posters for hopefuls to gather to him in the practice room. Which was just a big square room with a mat for a floor. He sat in the center circle, where there were nine circles, with his legs crossed under him. The room was cool at the moment.

It had been a while since he had actually done anything constructive, this would be good for him.

Wrestling is one of the most physically demanding sports.

His boots were off and in the corner by the only door. No one wants ringworm, he'll tell you that. There was a sign on door that notified that the students are to remove their shoes when they enter the room, to dress accordingly, and it is a dual-gender sport.

Now that you're looking at me like I'm crazy, I'll explain why a girl would want to wrestle.
-It keeps her in tip top shape.
-She'll have better execution skills than her male counterparts.
-She'll be faster than her male counterparts.

Now all he had to do was sit, and wait for his trainees. Many of them just wouldn't be able to handle it. He'd run them like russian hounds. Drill, and drill, and drill them. They'd spar, then they'd run some more. Today there was going to be lots of physical activity.

His hair was tied into a war-tail. Which was, much like a rat tail, yet it had leather bonds all the way down it. He was entirely without coat and shirt. He only wore a pair of wrestling shoes, which were laced up to the top, and his snow camo pants.

Let it begin..

[Misfate]

Running, as he did every day, Crim had nothing on his mind. It was a really windy fall day, and it made him go almost 5mph slower seeing as he was running into it. Letting his mind drift, something white seemed to leap up and hit him in the face. Ripping it off, he realized it was a tryout poster for wrestling. smiling to himself, he had finally found his place here. Having wrestled extensively for most of his life Crim loved the idea of strutting his stuff here.

Finding the spot, Crim left his shoes outside and came in, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Spotting an older looking student on the far side, but no-one else, he looked around confused.

"Hey" he called out to the kid. "Where's the coach?"

[valekin]

"I am the coach."

Valekin never remembered the names of any of the moves, and he always fought dirty to win. He'd be disqualified from a sanctioned match in an instant. He'd teach his team how to do it all, but would remind them that certain moves are indeed illegal. However, there wasn't a team yet to remind. Just one kid that had shown up for the team.

"Come sit, and we'll talk for a moment."

(Way to revive an old thread.)

[Misfate]

"You're the Coach? How did that happen?"

Sitting like he was asked, Crim studied his could-be coach, staring at him for a moment. He was trying to decide if he was serious or if he was just here for the tryouts as well. Thinking it was the latter Crim noted that he didn't really have the build of you typical wrestler. Looking at him pointed to a freestyler, most likely, and unfortunately that could mean he could suck or be almost Olympic, though he doubted the latter. Eyes still fixed on him, he asked;

"You want to talk? Let's talk over a bout'."


(OoC: Read my profile's fighting style section, if you can, it explains a lot.)

[valekin]

"Heh."

Insulting Valekin... not a good idea. Even if the kid didn't mean to, he was in for a world of hurt. Valekin stood and cut away from the kid, turned and entered a Greco-Roman stance. With a maniacal smirk, he cracked his neck and waited for the boy to stand and enter a stance. Valekin didn't look angry, but he was pretty pissed off. If this kid thought that Valekin wasn't qualified to be a Greco-Romano Wrestling coach, he had another thing coming.

Depending if the kid adhered to Greco-Romano styles, would depend on how hostile Valekin becomes. The second the boy broke from Greco-Roman styles, it would become a street fight, and Valekin would not resist from using deadly force. His ego allowed him to judge that the boy was no where as strong as he.

[Misfate]

"That was quick. Well, I love a good bout'."

Crim stood, not taking a stance, but instead walking tall. To any fighter, he looked like a Thai boxer without his guard up, completely open. He did this to provoke an attack from an unwary opponent, tricking him into doing a take-down. The truth of the matter was, like this, Crim would not resist being thrown at all, but the funny thing was, a simple right arm hook would take that person with him, face first.

"I'm a gentleman first, a fighter second. You can set the rules."

Sticking out his hand, in attempt to shake, it was also a ploy to provoke a stupid judo move. Crim loved this sport, and had devoted a good part of his life to it. Never taking his eyes off the student, Crim sized up his stance. He also felt out his mind, and was very surprised to find out the turmoil and anger behind the eyes. There was no way the school would let someone like this be the wrestling coach. Everything about him, the scars, the build, his hands, screamed that he fought on the streets, not on the mat. "Well", Crim thought, "this could be fun."

[valekin]

"Cocky eh? You think you can handle me?"

His grin widened. Baring razor sharp fangs that fit the rest of his teeth perfectly, yet they would be noticeable because they were so out of place. Somewhat curved, all four of them. With the claws, and the teeth, the scars, the tattoos, and the visage of cruelty and power. He looked like he could rip your face off. Which was very easy to do if you had the strength.

"Fine then."

He straightened his stance out, prostrating himself and stepping forward a tad more. He made it look like it was part of his straightening out. Out of nowhere, from a hand running through the loose bangs, and the other tugging at his pants, the back of his fist came flying towards the kid's face. The boy had acted like he knew what he was doing, as if Valekin did not scare him. Well then, a reason to fear Valekin would be given.

To expound on his assault; his entire stance had shifted from neutral, to combat around the closing speed of a blink. He had shifted from feet shoulder width apart, to the right towards his enemy, and the left away from, facing the enemy's right, his right arm straightening to the bicep to level with the clavicles. While an eye would open from it's natural blink, the right hand curled into a fist, and snapped at the kid's face. But... that wasn't all that fast. Sudden, but not that fast.

Valekin wasn't trying.

Upon the end of said snap, since it was both quick, and a sudden, the fist would come back to him, and he'd return to his neutral stance with a big fat grin no matter how his foe had reacted.

"Anything goes."

[Misfate]

Crim, with his hand outstretched, soon found out that his attempt at a gentleman's match was just thrown out the window. In one, blazing fast motion, this senior faked and sent a blow right at his face. Seeing it coming, Crim stood firm, as his stance allowed, barely moving his face as the blow connected. Not even trying to dodge it, even if he could, Crim did the only thing he could do, and that was block with his face. Definitely not a full-arm swung, it left a nasty mark right along his cheek. He felt as if his girlfriend had just found him drunk on the couch.

Glaring at his opponent Crim backed off and grabbed his face, which he was pretty sure was bleeding. Then, out of no-where, Crim started to chuckle. He began slow, and worked on up to a full-on laugh. Crim couldn't stop himself from laughing, and it only got louder. Finally, stopping to look at the kid, Crim assumed a sideways, wide-stance, his right(strong) leg forward but the weight on his left, squatting slightly. His sports cup was rather apparent as well, as he always wore one in his many sports. Right hand higher than his left, and his chin down, Crim flexed every muscle in his body, letting the blood flow and hardening his muscles.

"I knew you couldn't be the coach. Wrestling is a sport of mutual respect between warriors, and your underhanded pathetic pussy-slap just proves you don't have a bit of honor, skill, or worth. You wanna claim you've got what it takes to compete on the mat, then learn how to wrestle."

That being said, Crim readied himself for his furious retaliation, and as sure as God's vengeance, it would come.

[valekin]

Valekin didn't take what the kid said to heart. It just was easier now to shoot. Which he did, he shot for the right leg with his right hand. Using his maximum agility he had done it, and if, which was a big if in the direction of not grabbing it, he grabbed the kid's ankle, he'd pull back and stand with it in his hand. As if Valekin didn't know how to wrestle.

Under the condition that he had grabbed the leg he would wait, and soon wipe that laughter out of the kid's mind. Under the condition that he failed to grab the kid's leg, he'd return to a greco-romano stance. Perfect in form. However, the latter outcome wasn't likely.

"You see... I have no reason to respect you. As you've shown me nothing but doubt in my ability. So I'll just have to crush you."

[Misfate]

Crim was still watching the senior as he plotted what he would do next. Crim really didn't know, but then again, he never really did. Mike Tyson once said that everybody has a plan right up until they get hit, and once that happened, it was all instinct. In Crim's case, more like an animal, but whose to know the difference?

Like all of this guy's attacks, Crim laughed on the inside, a kind of sick laugh that you do when you can't do shit to change your situation, he lunged for Crim's right ankle, which was in front of him. Grabbing it, he pulled up so fast and in such a swift motion, not to mention the strength, that his leg came up rather fast. Little did he know, Crim helped it along a bit as he used this guys move against him. He couldn't do much to get his leg back, Crim knew, so he just went with it, springing with his back leg (which all of his weight was probably on) using the kids arm as his pivot point, executed a classic scissor take-down with all of his weight behind him, slamming himself into the senior, and doing a normal barrel roll to finish the move, which would throw a normal person face first into the ground, but seeing this guys agility, he might break the fall with only his knees. At least it got him on the floor at least, and if he did only go to his knees, Crim would do one crunch to bring his upper body (and therefor weight) to tackle him. Using all his might to do so, Crim threw himself as hard as he could against his (now unsupported) torso, grinding him to the ground. This would not damage him in anyway, crim was sure, but it would make sure this became a wrestling match unless he escaped from Crim's arms and managed to get some distance.

Crim really hoped he didn't get enough distance to punch.

[valekin]

(You're fine.)

Such a thing would not bring down the monster. Ninteen nearly twenty, and looking like he could be twenty five, he was hardly a kid. In fact, he hadn't been a kid since he was nine years old. He saw this coming, experience and insanity had taught him to expect everything. With the take down coming, using his own shoot against him, he pulled harder on the leg, and pivoted out of the way, further strengthening the pull until he could let go. Which would end in a throw. Valekin'd be standing two steps to the right of where he was originally.. and the kid would have to deal with hitting the ground with no prize.

"And what do you think of me now? Still skill-less swine am I?"

He would face the kid all through the failed movement with the exception of the pivot to escape. Valekin followed him forward right on his tail, to wait and see how he landed. Would he land on his stomach? His back? Oh that would be so much easier to force a pin.

[Misfate]

His take-down having missed the prize, after his opponent using his inhuman speed to dodge out of the way and carry his leg on through to throw him on the other side, Crim now found himself flying through the air, rapidly approaching the far wall. Had this been one of Crim's favorite anime shows, he would of landed perfectly on all fours, ready. He was soon disillusioned of that notion as he curled into a ball and his back slammed against the wall. It was padded, so really didn't do much, so Crim fell forward, supporting himself up on his elbows and knees just in time to see the senior rushing him again.

Now that he was in a more stable position he could better deal with him. Concealing his moves, Crim pumped up his legs and launched himself at this kids legs, aiming low so that he would take down the older opponent easier. If he missed, he would land on his stomach, and it'd be like an hour before he would get pinned, mainly because its fucking hard to get someone on their back once they're in this position. if he did get on top of him, which no wrestler could resist, he would jump up with all his strength, landing Crim on his back with the kid underneath him.

"Your 'skill' is just cause your older, senior, really you have to pussy-slap those younger than you instead of wrestling. If you say you have skill, Coach, then..."

"SHOW ME"

Crim raved as he went for his legs.

[valekin]

Valekin sprawled his legs out, planting an arm on the kids, back and twisted so that he'd land on top of the kid who'd land on his belly without a leg. From there, he'd stay at his knee on the one leg, keep his torso just hovering above the kid's back, and the other leg poised on a foot.

"Too much talk."

Valekin started working his arms, to get an arm under the head to cross the chest to the other armpit to clutch the shoulder, and flip him. To get under an arm to do a half-nelson. If this kid was any sort of wrestler, he'd know to tighten up the areas Valekin was trying to work leverage out of. Valekin knew what he was doing.

[Misfate]

(Found it.)

Crim had gone for his legs, and as usual, the senior had somehow seen it coming, jumping on top of him using his knee to do it before Crim could get his arms around it. He was leaning down close, right on top of him, his snake-like arms pushing to get around his own. Crim knew that this was going to happen, it was foolish to think he could get this guy with anything conventional. This guy was something else, and the claws and teeth made him wonder if that something was even half-human. Well, he'd just have to get him with something you'd never think to see in a wrestling match.

His tackle was not a full body extension, and having his knees kept tucked in, Crim executed the move he had prepared for this situation. Reaching his arms behind him, Crim would grab either his neck or waist, depending on how much he overlapped him.

"Gotcha"

Now, this guy was strong, but he was still rather light. Crim jumped backward, holding on to the senior and going from on his stomach in a full circle on to his back, gathering maximum momentum along the way. This would slam his head on the ground, inflicting a rather nasty concussion, with little chance for him to escape. Crim silently thanked the senior for going for his trap, and Crim really didn't blame him, it was just to tempting to resist. That was not a move you saw every day, and he may never actually see it again. In fact, Crim thought he might make it a signature move.

The move probably would hurt, but Crim knew it wouldn't bring this brute down. Having completed that move, Crim would kick his legs back to roll over the guy's chest and begin a classic pin, with Crim's knees around the senior's head.

"To much talk?" he would say, "this shit just got good, Coach."

[valekin]

Mistake. As Crim would reach his arms back to grab a hold of Valekin. The one arm snaked under it and planted a hand on his neck. Half-Nelson. He raised that shoulder, to pop that arm up, making it useless. Crim's other hand would find it's own elbow under attack as it'd come up to grab him. Valekin'd pull that arm up hard, then slide his hand down the length of the forearm to the wrist, and jerk it in the opposite direction. Pinning it to Crim's own back.

With that, Valekin's right leg'd come up as the left would go down, bending the arm pinned to the back at a sick angle, lining the bicep up perfectly with the torso. The right leg positioned itself at Crim's posterior, and pushed with the knee to force him down. As all he could do now would be slide around on his face and chest.

"Nice try."