David vs Spike

[Tyr Odinson]

This Tournament is with Base Stats only. No items, no Qi. Place what your Base stats are in OOC at bottom of your first post.

You are led to a large, broken down and ruined building. There is a large Cage at the center thirty feet in diameter, surrounded by hundreds of underground fighters and individuals. You are given a white pair of very thin Sweatpants. You are instructed that all shirts, loose change, watches, etc are to be removed. Thin silver collars are placed around your necks to repress your Qi and molds to your skin to prevent any sort of grabbing. Shouts can be heard, a loud Din of students from 259 and Gangs off the street..

Good luck Ladies and gents.

LETS GET IT ON!

[Krane Asiv]

Spike signed himself up for this underground fighting tournament, one place where his fathers reputation wouldn't haunt him. Here he could cut loose, love the fight and not worry if it makes him like his dad. He got ready int he changing room, putting on the whit esweat pants. Taking off the repressive bandages on his right arm, feeling the coller around his neck, and taking off his shirt. He descided to remove his shoes and socks too.

Spike was an average build kind of guy, small visible six pack if anything. He was toned for someone his age, his dad had him train alot, but that didnt mean he was built like a rock. He made his way to the ring and climbed in. His slightly long black hair hung ragged around his head, his dark brown eyes only helped the verage look. His skin was tan a bit, he was after all latino/caucasion/japanese. Yeah odd mix, but it happens. He showed more of the japanese than his dad did, but he showed the latino from hiss mom.

He was just loosening up his leg muscles as he waited to get the first look at his opponent. Though Spike was really enjoying this, the cheer, the murmer, the feeling of being in the center stage everyone hanging on just your fight.

~David Blaze... The name even sounds strong.~


Strength: 12
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 20

[David B.]

Sweat.

Thin trails, nearly invisible to the naked eye, mixing with the splashes of water he had poured over his head. Cheering. He heard it, loud and thunderous. A tumult of commotion as his opponent entered the ring. His eyes were closed. A small flame in a little circle, calming him. He wasn't anxious. Wasn't stressed. This stage? It was like a second home to him. He had come a long way, yet still people in the ring knew his name. Three time tournament Champion. Undefeated in a single one on one fight. He had a lot to live up to in the eyes of these people. Not in his own. He saw himself as another fighter, just someone who was here to brawl. It seemed hypocritical, but none would really understand. What most failed to acknowledge?

David LOVED to fight.

He just didn't do it when it wasn't in designated areas, organized, and mutual. No hate or anger, a simple test of each others abilities. He tightened his fists. His chest, chisled and rock hard, flexed with the strength his body was trained for. He had a few scars- some from his fight with Mathew, others from his scrap with a freshman many months ago outside the infirmary. They each told a tale. He planned to recieve more before this was over. His name, seeming strange and foriegn, sounded clear through the loudspeakers. He began walking through the tunnel, Darkness around him, only the lights ahead of him guiding his way. His arms and knuckles were wrapped in surgical tape, and on his legs- the White Gi given him. His black hair hung down over his eyes and as he entered?

A dull roar. Word had spread quickly...

He moved through the sea of people, eyes on the Cage. The steps were cold and hard under his feet as he entered, the concrete slab beneath him feeling rough and ready.

Soon it would be stained red.

He cracked his neck, and the announcer shouted for them to begin.

David spread his legs, bending them slightly after turning his body so his left side face the young fighter. He put one closed fist down close to his hips, and his fight fist came up near his chin. He mouthed three words, since his voice couldnt be heard over the crowd.

Your move kid.

OOC(( Stats:

Strength: 80
Dexterity: 80
Constitution: 80
Intelligence: 75
Wisdom: 80
Charisma: 75))

[Krane Asiv]

Spike watched now as his opponent for this match made his way to the ring, the roar of the crowed as he made his entrance. A half smile appearing on his face, the mirror image of Leon Sudeki int hat one instence. But this was Spikes time to shine. He could tell already by the reaction this guy was well known here, and probably the best choice to win this. Didn't bother spike at all. In fact, the warrior blood running in his veins... It was beginning to pump really fast. Boiling almost as he could feel the tingle of adrenaline exploding into his body.

It was the reaction every Sudeki male got before a challanging fight. It was a warning that this fight was going to hurt alot. There didnt seem to be any official rules, either till one submits or is rendered unconcious. That was fine with the black haired Sudeki. He wouldn't submit to defeat until he was defeated.

Spike caught David's words, his face becoming seriouse, his right arm lifting across his body (Sig), as he seemed to draw into himself like a spring. Finally moving forward at a light sprint, not that there was much room to get any good speed. There never truely was any good opening moves, so he descided to use just a normal straight attack to get things running.

Increasing his speed last second in a final burst as he raised his right leg into a knee strike, Spike would reach out to grab at David, no cloth so he hooked his hands bending them at the wrist and fingers to as to get a quick grip, the knee strike would be the beginning, it was up to the fighters from there to see how the rest of it went.

[David B.]

David smiled. the boy tried to move as quick as he could in such a tight space? He would capitalize as soon as the kid got within range David would move, a large blur. The boys own speed would be used against him as David turned and jumped, spinning his body entirely into what was known as the tornado kick. He knew the boys arm was in the arm and would come to defend- he counted on it. He was throwing enough force into it that, if it connected, would send the kid flying into the cage. The point was to demonstrate the difference in power- to show him that he would be dominated in that area in this fight.

The move, however, would put him in the air, though in truth he wasn't worried about about. If the kid ducked it would still be fast enough to clip him, and if he tried to grab it? Well, think about someone swinging a baseball bat at your head and you bringing up your hand to grab it.

Chances were, it would only do more harm then good.

Still, they would see.

OOC((Tornado Kick))

[Krane Asiv]

Like his father, the harder the enemy pushed, the harder they would push, as he had missed he knew something would be coming, his dad told him about fights like these, there would be no room for rest, it would be constent, and a high quality fighter will go to beat the shit out of your arms and legs before finishing you. Spike watched the guy was fast, he got tunnel vision when he spotted the leg coming around, raising his arm and lowering his body as it came around being as high as the kick was, he'd have his arm stiff and lift his legs off the ground as the kick came in.

Spike would of pushed his momentum under the kick using the kick as the counter pressure to spin him upside down, bringing his left leg up and around to catch David off guard and hit him in the head, or body. It was impossible to know for sure given the circumstances.

After wich if it hit or not Spike's other free arm would slam the matt and he would use that to roll and take less damage to his arms than he should. It was an intense moment, Spike assessed alot about this guy's fighting, he was very counter based, maybe even a little cocky going into the fight given their difference in attributes. Though he'd prolly get very little leway now.

Spikes own arms after stiff arming the kick, and using the other one as cushion for the ground to get to a single knee position. They where throbbing. Screaming at him. This guy hit like a fucking sack of bricks. His shoulder hurt the most from the stiff arm. He could of easily dislocated that if he wasn't careful. This guy was a dangerous opponent. Spike didn't think anything about winning, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give up, or go down easily.

[David B.]

He landed and, watching the boy move, knew that a kick would be coming his way. He shifted his legs wider apart, giving him a far more stable base to work with. As the kick would reach its apex, Davids left arm would snap up and wrap around the leg, holding it up in the air, sort of resting on his shoulder. His right fist would, just as he caught the leg, snap up and punch the boy directly in the knee joint. It would be harsh and strong, likely tearing the ligiments there or, perhaps, cracking the knee entirely. He then would walk backwards with it, pulling Spike clean off his remaining balance and straight to the mat.

He then would drop the leg which would likely be grasped in pain, then step over onto Spikes body in an attempt to gain the mounting position.

Then he would begin to rain down the blows.

[Katsuri Katashi]

David Blaze advances to Semi's.