Eric -vs- David -vs- Patrick

[narakunohana]

# of Fighters: 3
Names of Fighters: Eric Sidel (Wanderer), David Blaze, and Patrick O'Connor (Patrick)
Arena Description: An underground fighting cage ring. The walls of the cage are 12 feet high chain link fence and a roof off the same. One door on each of the four sides of the square cage which are locked after the fighter enters. The floor is bare concrete.
Match Type: Free for all till knockout, last man standing wins.
Special Rules:

• No items - No shirt, no shoes
  
• No Qi
  
• RP Only
  

Remember: Grace period is one month, so if someone doesn't post for a month from the last date posted, the last person to post auto-wins. Have at it, gentlemen, may the best fighter win!

FIGHT!

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick O'Connor once agian found himself walking towards a cage. Yes this was what he was doing in his spare time. He was fighting in arenas and scracthing up some money. Not that he needed it as he had more then enough. Patrick just found this a decent ways to keep his mind on somthing other then his pathetic shell of a life. Yes that was how he was these days. Look out for number one, enjoy life and destroy anyone in your way. It was sad really but Patrick was not thinking about this right now. He was currently walking towards the cage, the first figher to do so. He was doing some rudimentary punch combos to get warmed up.

As he entered the cage he gave a quick jog around the compound just to get his heart rate up. All Patrick wore were a balck pir of gyn shorts along with compression shorts. His Back was exposed showing the intricate set of scars that were on his back. They were a pair of wings that were carved into him with a knife the night that he had met Zea, with her saving him. They had soon become the terror of the mob and general scum all over New York. Those days of helping others were long gone though forgotten in the fog of war to speak. In his corner he was ready for the headline fight of the night...

OOC: edit, i forgot to mention the scars on Pat's back as the "Angel of death" So they are the scars on my avatar

[wanderer]

He was calm as he sat in the waiting area before his match in the underground arena began. He twisted his neck to one side, cracking the vertebrae. The attendant came down and stood in the doorway, telling the college student that it was time for his match. Standing, he made his way down a narrow hallway to the ring. It opened into a large viewing area where already the crowds were working themselves up into a frenzy. He didn't look to either side, already knowing he would see naked bloodlust in the eyes of the people surrounding him. Two of the bouncers stood by the door ready to make sure that those that developed cold feet right before the match entered the cage. That wasn't a problem for Eric as he stepped into the ring and the door was locked behind him.

He eyed his first opponent as he clenched his fists, causing his knuckles to crack. He had on a pair of Gi pants over tighty whites. His upper body was displayed with the assortment of scars that Eric had acquired over his short life. Marks of blades and bullets covered his upper body, shallow and deep. On his back a large burn scar covered the entire surface with gouges as if something sharp and jagged had been taken to the burning flesh. Stamping a foot down on the hard concrete, the wandering male moved into a ready stance, but didn't bring his arms just yet. He wanted to begin, but they had one more opponent to wait for.

[David B.]

David sat in the back, pulling on his leather gloves, when a deep voice spoke.

"Hey kid. Your up."

David nodded, looking up into the mirror that sat in front of him. His hair, black as ever, hung just a little over his eyes. On his legs were a pair of white martial arts Gi, something he wore so people would know just how much blood was on him. Out in the arena, he could tell that each of the fighters had entered, and now they were waiting on the Varsity captain, whose name they began to chant, or, at least, all the students in the crowd began to chant, and he took it in. Welcomed it. A lot of people were cheering for him, being one of the strongest kids in their school and a pillar to boot. He was actually told to be an underdog in the fight, since they other two kids were bound to attack him first to bring him down as quick as possible. He didn't care. Win or lose, he was in this for the fight.

He participated in these things so as to keep up his strength, and to see what other unknown talent was out there. His dog arm guards and boots were in his locker, safely stored away for after the fight. He felt a little weaker without them, but not by much, and he was more than happy to make sure his skills and muscles weren't based around so simple of objects.

He took a deep breath, his nerves as cold and hard as steel, before stepping out into the walkway leading to the arena. He could hear the chants of "Blaze Blaze Blaze" coming down the walkways, the concrete reverberating the sound off the walls. David was a black wearer. ALWAYS wore darker colors. He was decked out in white now, and as he came out of the underground walkway the roar was deafening. He walked through the crowd, his white muscle shirt gripping his frame and outlining his extremely toned and well defined body. He worked himself daily, to the extreme, always pushing, and his body showed that.

He walked up the steps, his back to the side of the crowd he had walked through, the name "Blaze" in black flame on the back of his shoulders near the shoulder blades for all to see. He grabbed the shirt with one hand and pulled it up over his head, the cage door open wide for him to enter.

He reached out behind himself, grabbing the inside of the open cage door, and slammed it shut behind himself as he entered the Massive structure of steel, eyes never leaving his opponents, the sound of the slamming door echoing as the referee locked it with a thick chain. He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders to loosen any excess tension, and stared at his adversaries as the bell rang out for them to begin.

'Time to make these children bleed'

[Patrick O'Connor]

As Patrick watched the others enter the cage he found that he knew both of them. There was that one that was a pillar that he had fought before. The pillar was a tough opponent no doubt but this was an arena, and a three way match at that. There were many things that could go wrong for any of the fighters. Though the pillar seemed to be the fan favorite he was by no means the favorite in a fight. The other person was that Eric kid. Patrick only met him once, not for too long but he already didn't like the kid. The one time he had met the kid was in the hospital when Zea got sick. Now the kid didn't do anything at all to contribute to Zea's death, at least Patrick belived her to be, but he couldn't help but feel distaste for her supposed friend. Now he knew full well there was nothing he could have done but that feeling was just there.

The Bell rang and the fight was on. Patrick knew this to be a dangerous fight, simply because of the odd numbers. That meant aht there would be one person not directly trading blows at any one time. Patrick would open up by getting in a right ,handed boxing stanve, right hand to his chin, chin down and elbost straight and donw. He would move towars Eiric's corner, always keeping and eye one the other figher. T+HE would open uo witha left hook to eric's head to get him to step out of the corner and bit so Patrick would slide in. He was hugging the wall as it was keeping Divid in his perefial vison waiting to slip into a corner...

OOC: should be and interesting fight. xD

[wanderer]

Eric glanced over the other person that entered the arena once. After that he kept his eyes unfocused and between the fighters, watching for general movement in his peripheral rather then the fine ticks he would need to see when one of the fighters got in close. He heard the bell ringing, signaling that the fight had started. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much, Eric seemed to be the target of the first move. His eyes continued to keep unfocused until Patrick was close enough that he could switch from visually watching David to relying on his other senses to give him early warning. His hands came up to guard his body and his head as ice blue orbs locked onto Patrick. He didn't wait for Patrick to throw his punch.

Leaping up, Eric grabbed onto the chain link fence and swung a leg out in a roundhouse kick that would slam Patrick's head into the wall that he was hugging so fiercely. After he delivered the kick he pushed away from the wall and toward the center of the ring. He turned fully away from Patrick and seemed to be completely ignoring him. However nothing was further from the truth. Every sense other then vision was strained to detect if Patrick tried to hit him from behind. The roar of the crowd played havoc with hearing, but that dull roar also provided hints when people had an increase of anticipation from a person about to be clocked from behind.

The College freshman walked calmly up to the Pillar, stopping just outside of kicking range. He took one more measure of the guy, looking him up and down if David gave him time. Then he would take one step into the other boy's range, snapping off a quick jab at his second opponent's head.

[David B.]

OOC(( I'm gonna use names, to avoid confusion. Also, Eric, I'm going to assume you attacked with your left, if thats okay. If not I'll edit))

David watched as pat attacked Eric. He had fought Pat before, and knew he could beat him. He was tough, but David was tougher, and, in his opinion, better than him. The other kid he knew nothing about, so it was best not to underestimate him. He looked strong, and fast, so David kept on his toes, watching as the kid came over. The kid stared, sizing him up, before snapping out a quick jab for Davids chin. David stepped to the right with one foot. Catching the elbow of the thrown punch with his left hand. When he had stepped to the side, he had also stepped in, bringing him closer to the boys range.

A quick and hard punch to the side with his left fist would crash into the bone and muscle. The position David had placed himself in may be a dangerous one, to some, But he had thought of the possibilities of most all retaliations, and was ready for them.

He couldn't forget, Pat was in this too.

His fist would come back, David jumping and rolling to the right, away from counter.

He looked from Eric to Patrick, ready should either or both attack him.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick Came in wanting to hit Eric with the left hook to get him out of the corner so he could slide himself in. He was not intently and only soley focused on his attack. He was ready for counters or possible attacks. So when Eric struck out Patrick was not suprised. The kick to the face was too straight forward to ever have a chance. So when it came Patrick ould merely fall back and roll, stopping himself with his hands, a standard Brazzilian jiujitsu move. Next thing Patrick knew Eric flew over him to attack David. During this Patrick would Jump to his feet and getting behind Eric who was leaving himself exposed.

Duuring Eric's jab was when Patrick would strike. Why? well that was simple, because it was the moment when he was most weak. Even if he was paying attention there was only so much the human mind could focus on at one time. Still even if he was that inteune with his surroundings there was one thing still working in Patrick's favor, suprise. From the Rear eric would have no idea where he would strike. Patrick would use a right muay thai kick at the side of Ericc's knee. That kick would have him stepping forward with his left leg at a 45 degree angle outward from his opponent's position. The kick if it hit would actually be stricking downwards to buckle Eric's knee and posibly break it. The reason the kick would strick at a downward angle was that the kick had to come slightlty upwards before it struck downwards using gravity to increase the momentum. The bottom most part of Patrick's shin to inflict the most damage. The beuaty of this kick was that it was striking at a very vunerable point but it would not be high enough for ERic to grab, even if he did had a sixt sense.

After the attack Patrick would back off to prepare another strike...

[wanderer]

His kick hadn't hit Patrick and his punch was blocked by David. Oh well, it was the beginning of the fight. If he had been getting hits this early in the fight then he wouldn't expect much from the rest of the match. As David caught the elbow thrown at him Eric stepped forward so his shoulder would bump into David's By doing this the only way David's fist would hit his body is if he punched across his body which would reduce the power of his hits. He also hooked his left leg behind David's and swept back, which would turn the other boy's lower body and knock him off balance. At the same time Eric's right arm would come come around and try to grip the short hair of David' head and pull so that the other boy would fall as Eric directed him too.

How Eric wanted him to fall was simple, he would twist his upper body around and throw David to the ground in between himself and Patrick. At worse it would have forced the other boy to back off a little as he approached from behind and prevent an effective attack. However with the other boy throwing a low attack he would strike David around the head or shoulders as the Pillar fell. But instead of falling back after this attack and keeping his distance the Wandering male would step forward, vaulting off one opponent so he could leap onto Patrick. He would probably get hit, might even take a couple of them. But he was going to get in nice and close to Patrick. Time to start this fight for real.

[David B.]

Davids intended blows hadnt landed, as he had expected. Instead, he found his body twisted and whipped around, placing himself between an attacking patrick and Eric. David, as he flew through the air a foot or two off the ground, stuck down a hand, balancing his body through that focal point. He brought his other arm around, gaurding his body as the kick smashed into his where his chest would have been had his forarm not been there to protect it. He let out a slight grunt from the force, his body flying back and underneath the now in-midair Eric. David skidded a few feet, before spinning his body up and into a sort of runner-ready position, one of those you took just before takeing the hundred meter.

He breathed deeply, before shooting off again, his arm just a little scraped from the kick but nothing serious or damaging. He jumped into the air, Aiming a roundhouse for Eric's body from the back. The kid didnt intend on being assaulted from behind right away, and his attention would be on Patrick, so the blow was very likley to land, unless the fellow had eyes in the back of his head. Still, even if it was dodged, the blow was aimed just perfectly, so that if Eric moved, Patrick would suddenly see a kick heading for him out of nowhere, David making sure to approach from where Pat couldnt see him.

Someone was going to take damage from it, it just depended on who saw what first.

OOC((sorry it took me so long fellas))

[wanderer]

OoC: Got permission from the Moderator to continue, Patrick has been dropped from the fight.

His leaping at Patrick seemed to have caught the other boy by surprise because he didn't do a thing to attack Eric. Placing both hands on his opponent's shoulders, the wandering male vaulted his opponent. As he passed overhead Eric lashed out with a devastating back kick to Patrick's head which knocked him forward and strait into the roundhouse kick that David had launched at him from behind. The combination of those two kicks seemed to be to much for the boy and by the time Eric landed from his leap Patrick had fallen to the ground KOed. With one opponent down Eric spun to face David fully and charged forward, now he only had to survive one more person in this fight.

Planting his left foot, Eric's right leg lashed out in a low round house kick aimed at the other boy's knee level. The college freshman hoped to catch the boy with the blow and limit his mobility by damaging his legs. But he had to be a little careful since he still didn't know the full capabilities of his opponent yet. The boy was obviously strong and fast, but that didn't tell Eric how skilled he was. Some of the most dangerous people Eric had met weren't the strongest or the fastest, but the people able to counter anything thrown at them. So now they were going to see how David dealt with this kick.

[David B.]

David watched, flicking his eyes to the limp, lifeless body of the first of his two opponents, the two blows sending the man into a black sleep. He brought his eyes back up to the man in front of him as the guy attacked, and grinned. One on one. Mano E Mano. This kid made a mistake if he thought David simply brutish and unclassy, he was undefeated in every tournament he had ever been in and was also undefeated in nearly forty fights. He wasn't just a name, or a reputation. David was the real deal. Now, that didn't mean he was cocky, arrogant, or conceited, he just knew his abilities and judged them from experiences in his past. And, so far, nobody in his past was good enough to beat him.

He'd be damned if this kid was gonna be the first.

The problem with a roundhouse kick was this. By putting all your weight and balance on one focal point, you leave yourself open and vulnerable to a counter. Unless it was perfectly timed with other consecutive blows, it wasn't exactly the first thing you wanted to leave off with. However, thats exactly what this guy did. He charged forward, and, planting his left foot, aimed a roundhouse for Davids knee. David, quick as a snake, Dropped his right knee, bending the left like he was going to be knighted,, he stuck out his left arm, grabbing the leg and lifting as he stood, placing Eric completely off balance and center.

His right leg, which he had gone down to, came in behind the leg that still held contact with the ground. His right arm came up, pushing the chest and aiming to cause Eric to fall backward in a leg sweep sting(it will be done quicker and smoother by David than in the video). As Eric would fall, Davids leg, the right one which had been behind that standing leg, would come around and plant on Eric's left side, then David would plant himself on top of Eric quickly, in a half mount, and begin to rain down the blows.

[wanderer]

There was a rhyme and reason to why Eric had gone in with a low round house kick. The hands of an average person naturally came to rest just above the knee when they were standing up strait. And as in most fighting stances David had started out with his hands above the waist. When he moved to grab Eric’s leg he wouldn’t just have to move his arms, which could be moved very quickly, but his entire body in synchronization. This lead to more perceptive movement to the eyes of the wandering male which let him act accordingly besides the fact that it was slower then moving just the hands. His foot dropped the length of David’s lower leg so the ball of the foot slammed down right next to where David’s limb was on the ground. Eric’s right hand moved forward and came to rest on his opponent’s shoulder while his forward momentum was transferred onto what had been the kicking leg. In less then a second the nature of Eric’s attack had changed.

His body bent as he spun on his right foot. As much of his weight and strength pushing down and forward through his arm onto David’s body which would unbalance the other boy and maybe send the boy falling forward flat on his face. Eric’s left foot spun around his body just scraping his toes on the ground making it possible to shift his weight onto that leg at a moment’s notice. Eric’s right leg was bent, lowering the center of gravity on his body and trapping the arm that David had sought to get around his leg between his upper and lower thigh. When he had spun far enough he would be out of the way of David’s forward moving body and be facing the same way as his opponent. At that point Eric would let the arm he had on his enemy’s shoulder flex while maintaining the grip and sent his elbow crashing into the back of David’s neck where it would either brace his weight and force David’s head into the floor or the other thing he hoped for would happen and the School captain would be in real trouble. Meanwhile Eric’s left hand would come down and grip the wrist of his trapped opponent’s arm to prepare for backup strategy #3.

[David B.]

None of those timings mattered, the elbow, the trapped arm, none of it, mostly because, as soon as Eric moved into a separate move, David would move as well. No technique or strike could be done without some sort of force, a roundhouse kick least of all. For Eric, who had planned to kick Davids knee, to suddenly shift that momentum and power into his next phase in plans meant his body would be, again, off balance. To suddenly shift direction when committing, even partly, your force to something would destabilize your sense of weight and balance, no matter the experience in fighting.

So, Davids attention would shift to the new series of complicated manuevers. Davids left arm, the one he wanted to grab the leg with, instead altered its direction, the body parts minimal weight and energy leaving little to no momentum or balance shift, as Eric's movement with the legs will have done. Davids left Grabbed the arm that came for his shoulder at the forearm, Davids right arm would then grab the hair, his longer reach giving him the opportunity to grab the head of hair Eric exposed. Now, David was still in the crouched position in which he intended to pull his first move, so standing would only lend more time for Eric to react.

So, David optimized his chance to bring Eric to the floor.

His grip tightened, and he pulled, both arms yanking down on the head and arm of Eric, before his leg even reached the floor. David would fall back, pulling Eric on top of him since the boy had so willingly given him the position to do so. David, acting quickly, pushed the left arm to the side, quickly, efficiently, and expertly bringing his left leg up and over the shoulder of Eric, the heel of his foot now resting on the left shoulder-blade. Davids right leg would then come up, smoothly, almost in unison with the left leg, and the crook of his right leg would rest on top of the foot, pushing against the artery in Eric's neck. Then Davids hands would both grab the top/back of the fellows head, applying ample force.

Also known as a Triangle Choke, a very powerful and hard to avoid move in the MMA world. This would be all the more likely to land with Eric's current state of balance and placement of his limbs.

[wanderer]

This was where the difference in momentum from movement came into play. For Eric he had not tried to stop the movement he had been doing, but altered slightly the path which his leg was taking and the target point where he was driving his foot. David on the other hand had to stop his arm’s movement downward then swing it upward to grab the hand on his shoulder. While such movement didn’t shift a person’s balance much, it still needed time where the brain processed the need for a direction change and the actual movement of the arm through the intervening space. All of this happened in fractions of a second, but it still gave the wandering male that much more time to react to the changes with his own lightning fast reflexes. Plus Eric still had one hand free for this entire attack.

David was crouched before Eric and reaching up with one hand to grip the college freshman’s hair. Eric’s left hand, which had not dropped from its guard yet as the previous plan of motion had only started it moving after the graduate had secured his grip on David’s arm and position, did a simple outward block before shooting forward and gripped down on David’s own hair in retaliation. The wandering male’s right foot hit the ground and pivoted as he drove strait forward. Eric’s left knee snapped forward, driving itself into the face of the school captain while both his arms pulled back to force the boy forward into the knee and knock him off balance. Even if David tried to pull on the college freshman’s one arm at this time Eric would still have his grip on the boy’s head and his forward momentum working for him.

If his knee hit Eric would let his opponent’s hair go to let the head and the upper body snap back from the blow. He would let his forward momentum carry him as the lower part of his leg planted onto the upper chest of his opponent and carry them both in that direction, with David landing on his back if things worked out right and Eric kneeling on top of him.