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Post by hualord on Feb 14, 2009 13:17:38 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2 Names of Fighters: Travis, Scene Arena Description: In a large warehouse. Set on a mat, a dome like structure over it. Fifty feet from base to base. Made of electric wire (like a hotwire) People, some larger, some smaller, all of them shirtless and brutal looking. Should you be thrown through the cage, they all attack you. Think of it as a Lumberjack Match. Match Type: To the Knock Out! Special Rules:
* Stat Rp Combo (+1 xp each) * Being thrown through the cage = -100 Con or reduced to 1 (+1 xp each)
XP: 3 win, 3 lose.
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Post by Scene on Feb 14, 2009 22:45:55 GMT -8
Scene was a patient man, and had extreme amounts of tolerance towards fighters who did what theyre name caled for- to fight. He hated fighting, detested it since it meant nothing in his eyes. Irt proved you were strong. It didnt make you a good leader. Didnt make you less succeptible to fear. It didnt make you smart, witty, or charismatic. Strength was all in perception, and Knowledge to him was strength. Strategy and cunning far more lethal then that of a thousand pound punch. He abhored fighting. At least, he abhored it on the outside. In here- in here he was able to set aside his indifference and bring combat to his opponent for the sake of Enjoyment to both him and those on the outside of the cage, and those who were watching from the stands.
See, in a scheduled fight, both fighters had no idea who they were facing, but stepped up anyway. Simply for the enjoyment, the thrill, of the battle. Sure, there were fighters that way on the outside, but they were few and far between. A battle on the outside was used to intill fear, respect, or honor. Or to prove a point. In here it was his world. Pointless. Just do it to hurt, then walk away without having to worry about a loss of respect in the eyes of the people. Here, money was involved in a friendly, blood filled flesh tearing bout. Here, he was ready to fight back. Not to prove he was strong. Not to win honor or respect. He was here to fight for the fight. To inflict pain.
He would enter After his opponent, a Zip up hoddie on his torso, his lower half covered with a Black Gi, allowing good speed and movement. The Mask wearing Leader of Movement Having never removed his clothes before now, would grin, his hand coming up to the zipper. It semed customary in this place for everyone to have a nice body. To look strong. It was no different for him. Except there was a huge gap between him and the others. Everyone worked at getting bigger muscles. Big muscles is what attracted the ladies right? Well, Scene though differently. His muscles werent big. He wasnt a mountain. He wasnt massive.
What he was was this. He was cut. Not big cut. Toned cut. His body looked like it should have been made from stone, and he had such definition to them that it almost seemed comical, like they were drawn. He would look his enemy over, dropping the sweater off to the side, brutes looking up at him with devin promise of Pain to come. He walked through the door, reaching behind him and grabbing the wire, pulling on it and slamming it shut without ever breaking eye contact with the fellow in the ring. He rolled his shoulders, his white mask standing out against the tanned body it sat on. He cracked his knuckles.
Play time.
OOC((Hope its alright that i based this after your character enters. Lemme know if thats not ok and ill change it.))
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 15, 2009 1:37:58 GMT -8
(OOC: Sorry.. Short. I'll try and make 'em a bit longer later.)
This place was where warriors could come to fight. Travis wanted his name known. He wanted people to know he was a strong fighter, and able to take out the best of them. More so, he was very competitive. He like proving he was a better man. Some people probably wouldn't like him for it, but Travis didn't give a shit. He was in this for himself, to keep himself entertained and keep him active enough to get those skills growing. His skill set grew wider and wider with each fight, and pretty soon he was sure people would realize he was a capable dude.
His arms stretched out at his sides, standing here in the middle of this fighting arena. He was already set and ready to go. His torso bare, a pair of MMA shorts hanging from his waist. He was ready to get down and dirty, smash whomever he was fighting into the ground and roll on afterward. His hands would lift in front of his face, taking on a defensive position as his opponent walked into the area. Those icy blues glared toward him, meeting his stare with a grin on his face. He was just waiting on him to make his move first.
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Post by Scene on Feb 16, 2009 16:55:07 GMT -8
Scene wasted no time. He needed to be gone from this place so he could continue getting things ready for the Carnival. Wait...Theres a Carnival? Not yet...but there will be. He charged forward, throwing a hard right punch, used as a decoy. Generally, when someone went to punch you, you would use the other arm to block or grab the attacking arm, possibly dodge, but not if you wanted to do any damage. His left hand would shoot up toward the face if Travis used his left arm to block or grab his right. The first two fingers on his left hand would stab straight into Travis' eyes, giving him a few moments of blindness., which Scene would use to whip his righ leg up and kick square between the legs.
The battle was underway.
He almost cried with anticipation. He couldnt wait for the pain, the cries of agony, the blood spilling from his body.
Oh...what a delighful little group these people were, whoever it was that put on these tournaments. He'd have to thank them some day for the chance to be brutalized in theyre arena.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 16, 2009 19:28:14 GMT -8
Travis didn't plan on standing there, nor did he plan on grabbing that arm or blocking the strike his opponent was attempting to throw at him. Instead, as the masked boy shot his right arm forward, Travis' knees would bend and his right leg would allow him to push forward and off to his left. Travis would slip under that arm as his own right would swing in for a hook to the boy's body as he approached his right side.
If it connected, it would no doubt stun him long enough for Travis to straighten his body up, and pivot on that right foot as he planted it, so that he could send his left leg against the back of his knees and kick his legs out from under him. That leg would then circle up and back toward his left, directly above the boy's body while he was in the air. It would then drop and Travis would aim to drive his heel hard against the dude's abdomen and drive him into the mat, hard.
He wasn't in this to screw around. He was a fighter, and had always been that way. Not many people knew him anymore, but he would quickly make sure his name was known again. And he'd definitely keep bringing the heat whenever he fought, and wherever it was. No one would find him an easy opponent. He was confident in his ability to destroy this boy, but he wasn't stupid either. Travis would make sure he didn't completely underestimate him.
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Post by Scene on Feb 22, 2009 19:53:35 GMT -8
Scene grinned broader as the male moved. There was no way he was going to stop the punch from connecting- he wanted it to. But as he watched the fellow slide by him he twisted so his elbow would hit the guys skull as he punched scene, a hard pain reaching him and causing him to gasp in exstasy. His knee's would fall to the ground, but, instead of waiting for the inevitable, Scene would punch as the leg came for his stomach, aiming for the front of the guys knee. It wouldnt be the most damaging of blows sicne he could see he was clearly outclassed in that fashion, but it wouldnt be ignored by any means, probably causing a little bruising.
Then, planting his left foot, he shot to his right, throwing out his elbow and aiming for the solar plexus of his opponent, his movements being odd and sudden, hopefully catching his adversary off gaurd, though the mask wearer felt that possibility unlikely.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 25, 2009 14:49:33 GMT -8
Do to the fact that his opponent had dropped down onto his knee, Travis had switched up his attack plan. Instead of sending that left kick he originally intended to send, his weight would shift to his left foot and that right knee would shoot forward in aims to catch the kick upon his face. Due to the fact that they were right next to each other, and Travis' knee was practically on point with the other boy's head, the distance it had to travel wouldn't take much time at all, but it would still hold plenty of power in it. If it connected, it would more then likely send the boy rolling backwards into that electric wire which surrounded their fighting mat.
Travis wouldn't even be surprised if the boy's body was forced through it due to the strength he possessed. But he wasn't going to be expecting it for sure. They had just got started after all, and he doubted the boy would end up losing so quick. Especially if it happened to be in a fight like this. Those males outside were just waiting to try and rip one of these two fighters apart. And Travis knew it wasn't going to be him.
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