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Post by hualord on Feb 14, 2009 12:16:49 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2 Names of Fighters: Travis, Valekin Arena Description: A flat bridge over a river. The bridge is closed off to traffic and pedestrians due to the fight event. There are no sides to the bridge, making it easy to fall off. It's approximately two hundred and fifty feet long, and roughly two lanes of traffic wide. (Plus sidewalk.) Match Type: To the Knock Out! Special Rules:- Stat Rp Combo (+1 xp each)
- Falling off the bridge = KO (+1 each)
- Fists Only (+2 winner, +1 loser.)
XP: 5 win, 4 lose. FIGHT!
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 12:27:04 GMT -8
He had officially caused traffic to halt completely. Mission accomplished. The gates, along with the a few other fun confections had brought the angry motorists to a stop. They were still angry though, blaring their horns and screaming obscenities at him. Whoever the other fighter was, he would have to come through the crowd and climb the barricade. Valekin was in the middle of the bridge.
Whatever moronic engineer designed this bridge completely left sides off of it. As if there was no need to protect people from falling into the river below. That's alright though, it made for good entertainment. It raised the stakes.
Today, Valekin was wearing a shirt. It said "See back for details; See front for details."
Witty humor wasn't exactly his calling. We can be sure of that one.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 14, 2009 12:37:25 GMT -8
Travis would walk through the crowd, and climb over the barrier, those icy blue eyes locked upon Valekin. He had just fought this dude the other day, and his wound was only starting to heal up. At least the pain wasn't all that bad. And this was a fists only match anyways. So he wouldn't have to worry about getting kicked where that spike had dug in. Travis' white sleeveless shirt hugged his torso, and he wore a simple pair of dark gray jeans, slightly baggy in appearance.
Why was he actually fighting this dude again? Well.. The other fight had been interesting, despite Travis losing. He knew that the more he fought this guy, the better he would grow. The stronger he would get, and the closer his goals would be. He would wander forward and stop a few feet from Valekin. This time it would be Travis that spoke first.
"Good luck. Have fun.."
He knew this dude was fast, and even stronger then he was. But that didn't meant that he'd give up so easily. He could still do damage if he connected. He would just have to try and be a little more careful then the last time he fought this male. Travis would move forward and clear the distance, his left arm shooting forward to jab at Valekin's face, fingers opens lightly during travel, closing only when and if they'd connect.
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 12:46:14 GMT -8
No dilly dallying? None of that? Bummer.
Valekin waved at the kid who wished fortune and fun on him. That would be the case, fortune was in ample supply, and so was fun. Since they were fighting. Then Travis rushed at Valekin. Valekin spat on the ground, and waited until the boy got close enough. The jab followed, and Valekin had moved slightly to his left side, enough for the attack to miss him completely. Then he issued his counter attack.
A low punch straight for the stomach. This attack was made by his right arm. With that attack issued he would back up a step naturally. Of course Valekin's reaction time would allow him to dodge just about anything he wanted, and he was quite fast as a whole. He just wondered about the kid's determination.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 14, 2009 12:58:42 GMT -8
Travis realized soon enough that this was going to be tough. The guy was too fast for him to handle. And he felt his fist crash against his stomach and Travis almost thought he was going to throw up. The air was knocked from his lungs, but he's suck it in, and react. His left arm was already close to Valekin as it was, so he'd twist his body to the right slightly, and look to hook Valekin in the right side of his head.
If it connected, and possibly surprised Valekin long enough, his right hand would lift and he'd aim to shoot it forward in a straight to connect against his chin. He doubted he would connect with both, but he was hoping at least one would land.
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 13:22:19 GMT -8
Valekin dodged the first strike by leaning back, the fist crossing in front of his face. The second strike (if it happened) was dodged by Valekin moving to the right. The maniac moved forward then and issued a straight jab right for his opponent's face. A good nose breaker. Valekin had plenty of reach on him, and plenty of strength and speed behind the punch. The tables had turned.
Travis would probably be caught off guard now.
Once Valekin had issued that single strike, he put his arms back up again, waiting for the counterattack. It was an inevitability, Travis was a fighter with lots of will power and lots of fighting spirit. Wait, what am I saying!? I'm not japanese! Travis just seems to be a stubborn asshole! Yea, that's American.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 14, 2009 13:50:04 GMT -8
Valekin would dodge both punches, and Travis knew he was going to get caught here. But there was a chance that he would be able to catch him at the same time. As his opponent's blow back in, Travis would turn his head slightly so that Valekin's knuckles struck his right cheek instead of his nose. The blow knocked him silly for a moment, as his instincts took hold as his right arm folded and moved back toward Valekin's head, elbow looking to hit him upon the chin.
He wasn't going to be able to take too many more of those hits. This guy's strength was amazing. He didn't quite know how it was possible, but he knew how to use it, and the speed he possessed. He wondered where he came from, or whether or not he attended 259. Or at least whether or not they may have heard of him before. He was definitely a good fighter.
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 14:17:16 GMT -8
Valekin ducked under the blow and rushed forward, to put his shoulder right into the young man's chest, but he stopped short and threw his arm at Travis. The arm closer to the body would push at Travis's body to launch him across the way, probably to put him maybe three or four feet back. The pressure and force from the open palm attack would probably knock Travis windless, again.
"You're pretty good."
Valekin was complimenting the kid. While the people that wanted to cross the bridge shouted obscenities. Though the fighting was entertaining, it was also a hassle to those motorists. Valekin was no martial arts master, he was just well practiced, strong, and powerful in many ways.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 14, 2009 14:26:53 GMT -8
Travis' right elbow may have missed, but with his body already twisting that way, his left arm would shoot in for another attack, aimed to once again catch Valekin in the side of the head as he rushed in with his attack. He'd throw his attack, and then feel Valekin's palm crash against his body once again. The air was force from his lungs, and he was launched bacakwards.
You're pretty good.
He wasn't really sure if the left connected or not, but he hoped it had. He was taking a beating, and so far he hadn't even hit him yet. He'd make a promise to himself to atleast be able to hit him once before this fight ended. The air returned to his lungs and his arms would lift into a defensive spot again as he waited for his opponent to come in and start his next assault.
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 14:42:17 GMT -8
Valekin was feeling slightly dazed from the blow. He had a minor headache. But that would be going away soon, he was good at ignoring pain. The young man got launched backwards, and Valekin waited for him to pick himself up or some such. He moved in and attacked the kid after a moment.
The first attack was a light punch for the face, it came in fast. Too fast. The second attack was imminent, but it depended on what happened next. The first one was bait, if it connected it would still hurt, but if Travis fell for it, then there would be some serious pain to follow.
This was some kind of brawl.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 14, 2009 15:18:17 GMT -8
When Valekin came in, Travis planned to strike out almost immediately, in hopes that he'd catch his opponent off-guard, thinking Travis would wait to counter. The only problem with this was that this dude was face. Travis would drop his head slightly and feel the first strike land upon the hard part of his forehead. And while his vision would blur for the moment, and his head would go numb, his right arm would have snapped forward just before he was hit as it looked to land against the center of Valekin's chest.
It was too hard to stop himself from getting hit. And he didn't know how many more he'd be able to survive. But he would fight until the very last breath he got this day. Even if he did end up getting himself knocked out, he would push it until that moment came. He was always a fighter who liked to prove himself to others. Matches like this could only help him improve.
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 15:54:22 GMT -8
Valekin's second arm swept up to knock his opponent's attempt to punch him in the chest out of the way. It was a good attempt, Valekin's arm would sting a bit, since the other guy was quite strong. A light clang would be heard, as the gauntlets that Valekin would be wearing would be the exact item that was impacted by the sweep. Following the sweep immediately, Valekin stepped forward again, and used his other arm to strike at Travis with a hook to the cheek. This blow would more then likely send Travis off balance.
Things were definitely heating up, and Valekin started to cackle, he was having way more fun than he thought he would be. It always turned out that way whenever someone tried their absolute best. Trying one's absolute best, Valekin could smell it, and it got him all excited.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 14, 2009 16:09:23 GMT -8
Travis' right would have been knocked away by his opponent and his eyes would narrow slightly as he sucked up the pain that shot through his arm. His left arm was in the correct position here though, because when that hook came in all Travis had to do was lift the arm slightly and push it forward against Valekin's forearm. Travis' left arm would then adjust and drop slightly as he'd aim to wrap his fingers around Valekin's forearm.
Travis' body would shift to the right try and give a jerky tug to his left, so that he could slide his right leg forward and swing his right around once again as he aimed to bringing it low and into Valekin's ribcage, and then release that left arm and hopefully toss him closer to the edge of the bridge. He knew it was completely possibly for him to lose his plan of attack, due to his opponent's speed. But he would give it a try anyways.
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Post by valekin on Feb 14, 2009 16:37:36 GMT -8
The first mistake was that he grabbed Valekin's arm. Valekin twisted his wrist, and would then grab Travis back, open handed. Then he'd squeeze hard, the claws to dig into the skin deep, cutting and and making Travis bleed. When Travis pulled, he would pull back. Sending his other fist on a crash course with Travis' skull. Things didn't seem to be working out for Travis the way he had planned huh?
If Travis let go after the punch to the head, so would Valekin, to let the kid back off a bit. So far things had been working out alright. The maniac guessed that Travis hadn't though far enough ahead, didn't figure that Valekin wouldn't let him have his way, and didn't figure that Valekin would be punching him in the head again.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 15, 2009 1:43:39 GMT -8
Again, Travis was far too slow. And when the fist connected with Travis' head once again, his vision faded to black. He felt himself falling backwards and away from Valekin, pain racking his brain as he dropped back against the surface of the bridge. The last thing he really remembered was the fact that he just lost again to this male. He hadn't wanted to, he had wanted to win. But of course it was obvious that Travis wasn't at that level just yet. Hopefully some day in the future he'd be able to do a bit more.
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