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Post by hualord on Feb 14, 2009 22:07:07 GMT -8
# of Fighters:2 Names of Fighters: Mathew Amtrum, Sara Quinn Arena Description: A cage Arena with concrete floor and metal bars for walls and ceiling. Match Type: The the Knock Out! Special Rules:- Fists only 2 xp winner, 1 xp loser
- Stats/Rp combo 1 xp each
- touching a wall makes you take damage equal to a strike of 50 damage 1 xp each
5 xp win, 4 xp loss
FIGHT!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 14, 2009 22:25:27 GMT -8
Mathew raised up his hands in to the air, hearing the crowd cheering for him. He had just knocked out his last opponent and was ready for the next challenger, hoping to god it would be a better fight. The last guy had gone down in one hit.
A smile covered his face, despite the gruesome arena that he was standing in. This is a place where no one cared what you were like, only how you fought. People that only knew his name cheered for him, while others booed at him. He payed them no mind, instead basking in the glow of attention that was radiated down on him as he waited for his next challenger, for the next person that thought they could beat him.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 14:37:19 GMT -8
Sara felt the hands on her back, pushing her forward. What the hell... Someone had dared her to try an arena fight... She had stupidly agreed. Then she had seen the type of fighting that went on here, and she decided she didn't want to do this anymore. She had missed the last fight trying to sneak off before it was her turn, and she had no idea who she was going to fight. She shouldn't have tried to sneak off, she should have stayed and watched to see who her opponent was, and how he fought. The problem had been that the last fight had gone faster then she had anticipated, and it was over before she had gotten out.
Shit... What the hell... She was pushed into the ring. The crowd was deafening. She looked around the arena, taking in her surroundings. She crouched defensively, a frightened rabbit in this caged hell. Her eyes searched for her opponent.
She spotted him in the middle of the ring. Fuck no... Not him... Anyone but him... OH. HELL. NO. Her mouth dropped open, her face took on an expression of utter shock. She was supposed to fight Mathew Amtrum?!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 16, 2009 21:19:00 GMT -8
Mathew let out a laugh when he saw the person that was going to fight him. The last person had been a very large male, rippling with muscles. This, well this was a little girl. He almost felt bad about it, but then, if she was in here then she could probably fight. After all Celeste had been a little girl and that girl had been crazy when it came to combat. Still Mathew couldn't bring himself to take the girl completely seriously, it is because of that, he was going to offer a handicap.
"Alright this isn't even fair, tell you what, to make it more interesting. I am not going to use my legs in this fight. No kicking, no knees, no stomps. None of that stuff." He said with a grin as he held out his hands. He was only going to use his hands to beat her. And even then it would be to easy in his opinion.
"Hell, I will even let you have the first shot. Anywhere you want, give it your best shot." He said spreading his arms out showing her that he was serious, she could hit him wherever she wanted. He wouldn't even try and block this attack.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 21:54:56 GMT -8
Sara had a feeling he was serious about his offer. Cocky bastard... She didn't even think he recognized her. What the hell was that about? She had so many mixed feelings right now, she was surprised she could concentrate. She had fought him before. She remembered kneeing him in the face, the attack rebounding back on her.
She was in some ways happy about his offering of a handicap. That was a good thing. But it offended her that he thought so little of her. The handicap itself was a good thing. She would be able to get an attack in right off. But if he did that thing again, and it came back on her... So now she was left with the option of a strong attack right off, or a weak attack?
She could go weak attacks the whole time until she beat him down and he couldn't go anymore... But after the first move, she had no idea how hard he would fight her. Goddammit, why him?! She guessed... she would just go with it...
She walked slowly forwards, watching him for reactions, testing the waters so to speak. Her whole body was tensed, waiting for him to attack her. She got within a few feet of him, closer then she wanted to be, that was for sure. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. She took in his body, his position, his stance. She decided on an attack.
She stepped right up to him, drawing her right fist back and threw it forward into his face, aiming for his nose. Simple. Easy. If he was going to give her one free punch, it was going to be exactly that. Simple.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 16, 2009 23:59:42 GMT -8
OOC: ED Coat set null 1/3 140% Backlash/null 0/2
IC: Mathew wouldn't even blink as the fist collided with his face, the Qi from his Earth Dragon items mixing with his own bodies Qi absorbing the attack instead of damaging Mathew. Now that he had given her the attack he promised he decided that it was best to act quickly.
Mathew lunged forward, his left hand reaching to grab the girl by the shirt, not caring if he grabbed her collar or her breast as long as he got ahold of her. He didn't care about political correctness, let alone in a fight.
Once he had her in his grasp he would pull her forward as his right hand went to slam in to her side, it wasn't meant to be a game ender, and even if it hit her arm, he didn't care. He was going to wear her down first. Have a bit of fun with it, he didn't intend on going for the kill just yet.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 18, 2009 15:37:52 GMT -8
He had somehow done it again. That pissed her off. She didn't know what it was he did, but somehow he canceled out her attacks. He didn't even blink let alone flinch or anything. She tried to pull back, moving away from him, but he moved quickly. She had been counting on that hit hurting him or something... anything... so that she could get back from him before he attacked. Damn...
His hand grabbed her by the shirt. She felt his fingers dig into her skin, he had grabbed her so hard. His hand fisted in her shirt, pulling her forward. She flinched, trying to pull away, but before she could do anything other then flinch, to counter, his right arm shot out. It missed her side by a hair, instead it just nicked her. She could still feel the sting even though it had only grazed her.
He was strong. Very strong. She knew this. She had no idea how she was supposed to beat him. She tried again to pull away, her shirt straining. It was going to rip if this kept up, and that pissed her off. She liked this shirt. He needed to let the hell go. She lifted her right arm above her head, bringing it down diagonally towards the side of his head.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 18, 2009 18:51:09 GMT -8
OOC: ED Coat set null 2/3 140% Backlash/null 0/2
IC: His attack had just nicked her, he retracted it back to his side quickly, keeping a firm grip on the girl's shirt. He felt the blow to the side of his head, but once again the energy from his jacket protected him. He had been in enough fights to know how long this would keep up.
Still he had her in his grasp and he was going to take advantage of that, this time his arm coming up to grab her by the throat. Once he had it in gasp he would start to squeeze, he wasn't going to bother offering her a chance at mercy, last time he did that, she spit in his face. He would let her deal with him when he wasn't being nice. Even if he was still just toying with her. After all, he did take up a handicap.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 18, 2009 19:16:37 GMT -8
She couldn't break away from his grip on her shirt. Her attack to his head had connected, but the only one who had been hurt had been her. Her hand throbbed from hitting him so hard, and again, he didn't even blink. Again. She didn't understand. Maybe it was just attacks to his face?
She pulled against his grip on her shirt, but it didn't work. His other hand came up, grabbing her by the throat, squeezing. Her hands flew up, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling. She tried to pry his fingers off but to no avail. She reached out with her hands as far down his arm, digging her nails into his skin. She dragged her hands down his arm, scratching at him, trying to break his skin with her nails. She did this over and over again, praying he let her go.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 18, 2009 19:23:30 GMT -8
Mathew grinned when his hand latched on to her throat squeezing tightly. He ignored her scratching at him, he could feel it, but over the thick fabric of his coat, scratching his arms wasn't going to do much of anything. Now that he had her by the throat he no longer had to hold her shirt. So letting go he would free up his left hand, holding her only by his grip on her neck as he started to choke her.
Normally this is where Mathew would bust out the knees, but he had given himself a handicap. So instead of kneeing her in the stomach to try and knock the air out of her lungs. His left fist would slam in to her face. He wasn't going to let up on her cause she was a girl. She got in to the ring with Mathew, and he was going to make sure that this fight stayed with her.
He would keep choking her as he punched her face over and over, unless she found a way out of this, it was going to be a very short fight between the two of them.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 18, 2009 20:47:36 GMT -8
His hand let go of her shirt, and he drew his arm back, punching her in the face. Her vision darkened, and her ears rang. That shit hurt... She fought harder against the hand on her neck, trying to talk, but his fist was coming at her again. She was tapping out. As much as it killed her, she was tapping out. She didn't want to fight him anymore.
She knew she was going to leave here, her face bruised up to hell. She was done. She was either going to lose later, a hell of a lot more hurt, or lose now, with only a bruised up face. She stopped fighting completely, her hand moving to the arm on her neck, tapping it, trying to tell him to stop.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 18, 2009 20:58:42 GMT -8
He held on for a few more seconds after she tapped out, mostly to make sure she knew he was not fucking around. After he was done making his point he would push her away from him, letting go as he did so. She would likely stumble back being disoriented from the blows to the face and the choking. Hell, she might even stumble back in to the electrically charged cage wall. He didn't know or care.
He just yawned as he waited for the cage doors to be opened so that they could leave, after the last two fights, he was done for the evening.
I really need to make a handicap for myself....
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Post by narakunohana on Feb 19, 2009 3:24:05 GMT -8
Okay. No one hit the wall, which means the special rule was never used or implemented. Can't give you EXP for doing nothing XD;; If anyone has complaints, please PM me.
Conditions set:
- Fists only 2 xp winner, 1 xp loser
- Stats/Rp combo 1 xp each
- touching a wall makes you take damage equal to a strike of 50 damage 1 xp each
Mathew receives +4 exp.
(+1 for winning Stats/RP combo, +2 for winning a Fists only match, +1 for Winning the match)
Sara receives +3 exp.
(+1 for losing Stats/RP combo, +1 for losing a fists only match, +1 for losing the match)
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