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Post by narakunohana on Feb 22, 2009 18:58:54 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Gabriel Seran and Emily delos Santos
Arena Description: In a vacant lot behind the 707 Kaleidoscope apartments
Match Type: To the knockout
Special Rules:
- RP only!
- Legs Only! -- Both players' upper body is restrained by a restraining jacket.
- Special Rules -- Hitting anywhere below the waist is prohibited.
Winner will receive: 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 6
Loser will receive: 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 4
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. Also, the EXP for your special conditions will not be awarded to you if you fail to follow them.
FIGHT!
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 22, 2009 19:17:08 GMT -8
Gabriel showed up as he was instructed to, the alley way behind the apartments certainly a covert enough place to make an appearance. This fight would surely be a grand training opportunity for him; he’d been notified that it would test your body as well as mind. Of that much he was doubtful about. When he approached a large burly man, weighing in about as much as a heavy weight fighter approached him, “you’ll be wearing this for the match sir, please don’t struggle,” The large man fit a tight fitting straight jacket about his upper torso restricting his upper body movements.
Ok now there was something to worry about, Gabriel was most predominantly a fist fighter, this had better be some good training else wise he’d be getting his ass beat for nothing. Gabriel made a large circle around the arena running about as awkward as a chicken would. This was going to be annoying…
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 22, 2009 19:29:08 GMT -8
Emily was leaning by the wall, in her own straight jacket, waiting. For whom? Gabriel Seran, a fellow member of the organization "Unfettered" had created. Emily just came back from the hospital, and of course, she wasn't going to allow herself to stay a failure for too long.
"Took you long enough." She said, "Enjoying the little training I've set up for you?" She walked towards Gabriel, stopping when she was around 10 feet away from him. The guards she had hired were a bit overkill, but hey... Emily had to at least try to spend her money on something! "Fight me."
She was smiling, and her eyes flared with determination as she stared her opponent and comrade down.
She had to be stronger. Much stronger.
Why?
That's a question she answered long ago.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 22, 2009 19:33:49 GMT -8
"Took you long enough." A familiar voice sounded from a dark corner in the alley.
Gabriel’s head shot around to meet her, Emily; she’d been the one to set this up. He was a bit surprised to see her recovered to the point she was at now. He hadn’t been there but had heard word of her defeat through the grapevine.
"Enjoying the little training I've set up for you?" She walked towards Gabriel, stopping when she was around 10 feet away from him.
"Fight me."
Gabriel nodded silently, “Alright, let’s do this,” He was just as determined to get stronger; they needed this, if there was to be any hope at all. Gabriel started off as he hurtled his body across the small space before dropping the weight onto his hips lifting the right foot and dashing out a few kicks, around three or four before his balance caused him to stumble backwards on the leg.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 22, 2009 20:05:17 GMT -8
“Alright, let’s do this,”
Without arms, this fight would be difficult.
Gabriel went across the pace and started to fling his right leg towards Emily, basically throwing out a few kicks towards her. Catching the first kick with her left shoulder, she would wince a bit before spinning to her right, 'rolling' against the leg. She would then try to hit his left flank with her heel.
Thank God, she was short. Her legs were short.
There was very little they could do with so much restraint, but it was training. They were fighting against the issue of balance here.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 22, 2009 20:15:17 GMT -8
Direct hit, one of his feet had nailed Emily in the shoulder, that was more than he would have normally asked for considering his stature, but after a hit like that maybe he could pull a few off after all. Emily rolled to his side easily planting a firm heeled kick in his flank that due to s unbalance led Gabriel to stumble over hitting his back on the ground.
“Humph” like a sack of potatoes
Gabriel pounced up from the ground position relying on his abs strength. Once his ground was recovered the stumbling seemed not quite as bad. Now they had their backs to one another and Gabriel was unsure of where the next attack would come from but with a swift spin he turned and leapt up for a mid-air torso kick, quickly realizing Emily’s actual size turning the kick into a headshot if it were to make good.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 23, 2009 20:52:36 GMT -8
Bouncing a bit on her leg, Emily would be trying to keep herself up and balanced. Her goal: Not to fall to the floor. Ever.
Pulling her weight to the right, desperately, she would regain her balance, but at a cost. She did not see Gabriel coming, and her footing wasn't exactly a good choice if she wanted to evade it. She'd trip.
It's either a dodge or a hit. Might as well use that hit against him. His foot was flying for her face -- All right, she'd give it to him.
She would try to slam her face against the foot, more or less her forehead to the toes, which would make his calf contract and have him lose his momentum. Emily would be pushed back and onto the ground.
Gah, so much for that goal.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 23, 2009 22:25:01 GMT -8
Gabriel hadn’t suspected Emily would proceed head on, and he didn’t expect the sudden backlash either taking the blunt of the force in his kneecap as the tendons in his calf flexed back into his leg.
*Pop*
After making contact he fell back onto his shoulders with an audible crack. Ouch that was sure to hurt. Though the momentum allowed him to thrust his weight back unto his feet once more. He never liked the turtle approach especially when left on his back.
Charging forth once more would come at her again noticing her position on the ground. Moving awkwardly about like a chicken with its head cut off, Gabriel would then proceed to stand above her and curb stomp her upper torso till she reacted. He was enjoying himself however ridiculous he felt.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 24, 2009 21:24:59 GMT -8
Charging forth once more would come at her again noticing her position on the ground. Moving awkwardly about like a chicken with its head cut off, Gabriel would then proceed to stand above her and curb stomp her upper torso till she reacted. He was enjoying himself however ridiculous he felt.
Emily allowed herself to be hit.
Yes, she waited until he stood, and then let him hit her by the chest. Man, these guys need a bit of consideration. Don't they know how hard it is to grow boobs?
C-cups, even.
Thank god, for the straight jackets.
Emily let him step on her twice, without reacting. This brought her to the second one, which she would try to topple him over by rolling towards his other leg, which may more or less topple him over Emily.
She bent her legs as she rolled, ending up sitting on her knees, then pushed herself upward. Argh, what a crunch.
Should Gabriel be standing at this point, Emily would kick sand towards his face before rushing forward to try and to a butterfly kick for his head.
You know, for a battle with no arms, this was getting quite fast-paced. Keep at it, Gabriel!
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 24, 2009 21:34:36 GMT -8
He had Emily right where he wanted this battle to go, in his favor; it wasn’t only to win but to prove to himself that even though this was a battle of the feet he could keep with it despite the disadvantage handed to him.
One foot pounded over her chest, once twice, a third maybe, no Emily rolled into him this time toppling over her. It felt almost like two children wrestling at this point, just some run of the mill game now. But now his face was down in the dirt, not a fun position. He’d row about on his side onl;y getting the opportunity to catch sand in his eyes.
Ahhh, it burned. Opening them only revealed Emily scissor kicking him in the face which toppled him again on the floor. Gabriel tried to situate himself once more rolling about in the dirt this time blinded. He got to his knees panting for air before sitting erect.
“Phew, where’d you go?” Gabriel toyed as he peeked a lid open, the rolling had given him an eye the other was useless at the moment however. He’d play blind though till he had an opportunity. If Emily was going to play dirty than so would he.
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 28, 2009 0:00:44 GMT -8
Playing dirty.
This was the first time Emily fought like that, she had learned things the hard way -- twice. David taught her how to, and her loss with Linda made things quite obvious. She was holding back.
She promised herself, that she would hold back no longer. Nuh-uh. Nevermore.
“Phew, where’d you go?”
She was on Gabriel's right, and did something very simple: Emily would try to roundhouse kick him on the back -- more specifically, the lumbar area of his spine. Whereas, such damage to that area would not only cause substantial pain, but also a loss of balance and in the worst cases, a slipped disk.
Her goal was to bring him to the ground, though Emily didn't know that he might see it coming.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 28, 2009 11:57:06 GMT -8
Gabriel could see well enough out of the eye she was attacking from, though he waited till her roundhouse kick came full swing before shifting. At the moment it would have hit his spine he turned so it just impacted the bicep of his right arm still clenched in the straight-jacket. He stumbled for a moment before regaining balance and charging Emily once more. This time around he mimicked the move she’d just done, though this time he’d use what abs strength he had to stop the kick inches from her and fire rapid shots much like a soccer player dribbling a ball.
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Post by seishounohana on Mar 7, 2009 4:20:16 GMT -8
(Lets end this quickly, Ry. We all have to move on.)
The way Emily fought, this would've been so much easier if she had arms. It was certain though, someone would tire out very soon at this rate. One can only depend on leg strength so much.
Emily was smiling as Gabriel finally hit her hard. Right on the chin through a soccer kick. She landed pretty rough on the ground, on her side. Emily just laughed as she laid still on the ground, quite satisfied.
"Looks like you got me tired. Good." She pulled herself up to sit upright then mentioned the goons to remove her restraints with her eyes. "Sorry if I have to go so soon, I have a car to catch. Leaving for San Francisco."
She would just smile sleepishly, as the thugs now began to remove their restraints.
It was time to say goodbye to a certain german, who she was going to text later after her afternoon class.
To say goodbye.
Going to exercise the last of my previous moderator powers to finalize this fight with Gabriel as the winner and Emily as the loser due to forfeit. All moderators left in this thread is given the power to approve or disprove the distribution of stats as stated in the first post.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Mar 7, 2009 4:34:01 GMT -8
Forefit.
6 to Gabriel.
4 to Emily. =D
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