Fight Club

[Keith]

OOC: New day.

Keith had heard about some fight club on the grounds of 259 and it had brought his full undivided attention. He heard that it was in 259's gymnasium. What he saw was a boxing ring. Keith guessed that the fights pretty much took place in that very ring. The senior stood in a pair of black track pants, running shoes, an untucked black tanktop, his black shades, and his long black hair tied up into a bun. Both of his hands were taped up like that of a Muay Thai fighter.

"So this is 259's fight club?" he rhetorically asked. Seemed to be slightly active.

This could be a place Keith would be hanging out after school. It was slightly reminiscent of a fight club started up at 552 by a certain ninja member of Equilibrium. He didn't know how 259's fight club measured. Keith would soon find out.

"Who's in charge of this very fight club?"

[lee]

Getting up from the bleachers a young freshman with short black hair and a dark green tee shirt stood up. In a loud cocky voice the student then said out loud, “Well the head fighter is currently not here, but…”

After he said that the freshman then jumped off the bleachers towards the ground. Landing on his right foot Kiff had a grin on his face as he thought, Yeah that was cool…

Holding that position for a few seconds Kiff suddenly fell over onto the mat use for fighting with a low groan of pain. As this happen people in the bleachers started to crack up as they shouted, “Hey Lee! That was a nice jump!”
“You are such a moron! Did you fall on your mother drop you on your head when you where young?”
“Kiff you have to seriously work on your landing! It was horrible!”

Rolling over on to his back Lee then raised his right hand in the air in a fist, and as soon as everyone noticed this he raised his middle finger only to them. Once everyone saw that they started shouting at him again. Not wanting to deal with it anymore Kiff jumped on to his feet and shouted at every, “Will you all shut the hell up! I am going to challenge this person to a fight since I already beat you all!”

[Keith]

“Well the head fighter is currently not here, but…”

Keith turned to the person that was sitting on the bleachers. It seemed that he wanted to make some sort of point? Before the boy finished the sentence, he leaped off the bleachers and landed on one foot.

He had to admit that he was somewhat impressed with this. However, the falling to the floor after holding that pose kind of killed it for Keith.

“Hey Lee! That was a nice jump!”

“You are such a moron! Did you fall on your mother drop you on your head when you where young?”

“Kiff you have to seriously work on your landing! It was horrible!”

Keith remained silent as he saw the "drama" somewhat unfold in that fight club.

“Will you all shut the hell up! I am going to challenge this person to a fight since I already beat you all!”

Seemed Keith would be fighting this person. However, in the midst of all the volleying of words back and forth between the kid and the others, Keith had quickly and quietly made his way to the ring. By the time the boy turned to see Keith, he would already see him standing in the middle of the ring waiting.

[lee]

“Yeah, Yeah Lee. Just kept talking! We are only freshmen that’s not much of an accomplishment!’

Stepping on right foot Kiff was about to leap into the bleachers again to kill whoever said that comment until two people out of nowhere grabbed hold of his arms to restrain him. Trying to break free of the two Lee shouted as if he was crazy, “Let me go! I am going to kill that bastard!”

Struggling to hold him back one of the students said in a low tone towards Lee, “Just hold on Lee, you can beat him later. You first have to fight this stranger since you did issue the challenge.”

Struggling for a few more seconds lee continue to shout out the same thing until everything register in his head. At which point Kiff became completely passive when he realized why he was down here. Slowly turning around Lee stared at his opponent and just as he was about to say something another outburst came from the crowd.

“You suck Kiff!”

Staggering a little at the comment Lee quickly regain his position a little aggravated, and said in that tone, “Like I was saying. I would happy to fight you if you are looking for a fight.”

[Keith]

Keith paid no attention to the bickering and arguing that took place within the fight club. But he was ready to fight. Afterall this was what a fight club was. This was why Keith went into the fight club, to get some good fights in and get stronger, faster, and wiser.

“Like I was saying. I would happy to fight you if you are looking for a fight.”

He casually nodded to this Kiff person. Keith coolly and calmly adjusted his black shades making sure not to take them off. The senior would wait for Kiff to enter the ring and the fight would star.

[lee]

With a bright smile Kiff then quickly walked towards his opponent inside the ring. Cracking his knuckles Lee smiled as he said, “Well now that we are here I hope you wouldn’t mind if I go first.”

After he said that Lee charged straight towards his opponent not really caring if he agree to it or not. It was a fight, and he agreed to it. Once he got in striking range Lee would then jump up and goes into a spin and sends his right leg straight towards Keith’s ribcage. Once that attack connected Kiff would then quickly bring up his left leg for another attack, as he moved his right leg towards the ground, much like the previous attack, but this would have more strength then the last one

[Keith]

“Well now that we are here I hope you wouldn’t mind if I go first.”

Keith wasn't surprised to see Kiff rush at him after his sentence. But hey, at least he didn't waste any time. Keith liked that, a fighter that doesn't waste any time. But at times rushing in head first pretty much is foolish. Only rush in head first if you're intelligent and wise enough to counter whatever is coming your way.

Then he saw Kiff jump up at him and going for a jump spin kick. Quickly and effortlessly, Keith would side-step towards his left and move a step forward so that he and Kiff would be side by side. Should that be the case, Keith throw a hard thrusting side kick to the side of Kiff's skull with the hell of his right foot.

If the kick connected, Keith would quickly bring his leg back and throw a hard side thrust kick to Kiff's right lower rib cage, bring the leg back, and throw another hard side thrust kick to the side of Kiff's head.

[lee]

Missing his target Kiff only grind his teeth as he landed on his right foot. Giving it no time to thing Kiff immediately shot up his left foot towards his opponents head. As luck would have it both of their kicks landed against each other causing both attacks to be help back.

Not wanting to waste this chance Kiff applied more pressure onto Keith’s leg as he kicked off with his right. Rotating around Kiff shot up his right foot straight towards Keith’s head as he mode his left leg to the ground again. Hopefully this attack should surprise his opponent causing an opening in the defense.

[Keith]

Interesting...

Seemed that the kick somewhat managed to cancel out Keith's first kick. But Keith's kick was much faster. Imagine a hard kick coming at you real fast. Have to factor in the speed, mass, and momentum all together. But anyway, back to the fight. Quickly, Keith would retract his leg back to the ground.

Now, the kid seemed to be attempting to surprise him with a spinning kick with the right foot while attempting to place the left foot on the ground again. As the kick came at him, Keith would quickly shoot down forward and grab the left leg before it can have the chance to land on the floor of the ring.

Should Keith grab the leg, he would execute a Single-Leg Takedown lifting the leg leg upwards in his direction and take Kiff to the ground. If the Single-Leg Takedown is successful, Kiff should be laying on his back with Keith still on his feet. From there, Keith would grab the leg ankle and place it underneath his armpit and apply a Straight Ankle Lock and hyperextend Kiff's ankle.

[lee]

Everything just happen so fast no one in the entire room saw what happen, but everyone could see the result of the battle with plain eyes. On the floor was the freshman, which always rushes into battles, pinned to the ground unable to move. As soon as everyone absorbed the result laughter scatter throughout the entire stands at the quick submission.

Not evening noticing it, Kiff was in to no position to do anything. After a few vain attempts to get out Kiff finally shouted, “Ok, Ok, Uncle!”

Ooc: yes I ran out of ideas

[Keith]

“Ok, Ok, Uncle!”

There, Keith had effortlessly defeated Kiff Lee with a submission. It reminded him on how he defeated Yzal with a simple counter and submission. Rushing head first into battle is usually foolish especially if the opponent is stronger, faster, and wiser. Kiff should take this as a valuable learning experience.

As Kiff yelled uncle, Keith quickly released the hold. Unless someone was seriously trying to hurt Keith, then he would do the submission fast, apply lots of pressure, and break the bones/joints. Upon releasing the ankle lock, Keith stepped back a few inches keeping his eyes locked on Kiff. Even when someone "surrenders" never take your eyes off the opponent.

Because you don't know if your opponent is going to try something "dirty" when your back is turned. Keith learned that from a few police officer friends. Behind those shades, his eyes were pretty calm and relaxed.

[Aureus]

Good old Fight club, what better place to deal with your frustrations than ontop of a blood stained canvas? As was the routine, Aureus strolled into the school gym at 3 pm. The same faces would soon appear, anxious for a brawl. Maybe, just maybe, there would be a new student or two. It was too early to tell, but there hadn't been too many transfers in the last week.

Stopping next to the ring, the Varsity Captain went through his usual preparatory routine. Leg stretches, arm stretches, punches, jumping jacks, push ups, sit ups, and finally a short meditation period. Wiping his brow with a small hand towel, the Junior then backflipped into the ring. The only thing left to do was wait.

[Keith]

Hearing that 259's Fight Club was in business again, it was time to get back in the groove. Yes, Keith hadn't gotten into a good fight in months and felt that he was getting very rusty and needed to get rid of that rust. What better place to do this than at the fight club.

Keith happened to be already inside the gym. He had on his black shades over his eyes. Basically because Keith wanted to conceal his eyes. He had on a black bandana with Chinese symbols in white designed tied over his head concealing his short black hair.

He had a pair of black Muay Thai shorts, a pair of black ankle wraps on his feet, an untucked red shirt with "Top Team Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu" embroidered on his back, and black fighting gloves.

The senior was in his own world as he practiced on a nearby training back throwing a few jabs, crosses, and finished up with a hard Thai sweep kick to the punching bag. He wanted to condition before getting a fight in.

It's basically how well you prepare, how well you condition, and how well you adapt.

[Misfate]

The freshman walked unknowingly into the deeper section of the gym, reveling in the lingering smells of sweat and struggle. The smells intrigued him. They called to him. they were him.

Drawn to this place, Crim looked around to see where his senses have brought him. At first glance it seemed to be a fighting ring of some kind. Kind of a...

Fight Club.

Next to the ring was a sweaty kid he had never seen before. He was pounding away at his calisthenics and had that smell all over him. Since Crim did not see anyone else, he casually strode up to him and gave his greetings:

"Hi there, my names Crim, is this some sort of fight club?"

The question lingered as this unknown individual took his time answering. It would have bothered Crim if he had not been very patient, and still enthralled by that smell. This person had it. This person reeked of it.

Yes this person was one Crim would wait for, for in him was the keys to the path Crim sook.

[Delilah A. Black]

A girl with raven hair entered the gym, a dark blue bag slung over her shoulder. Her steel-toe boots clicked when they touched the floor, and she looked around with vibrant, critical blue eyes. She regarded the two she saw and put her bag down, digging in her pockets for the leather, fingerless gloves that protected her hands. Being new here, the seventeen year old had only just heard of this club, though, apparently, it had always been there. But why would a young, pretty girl like Delilah Adele Black want with such a dirty, stench filled place? She was more than rich, she could afford to but this gym, if she felt the need.

But she wouldn’t, and nor would she go to some fancy club to do her training.

Why?

Because they go easy on the delicate face…they don’t want to hurt the pretty girl with the name to match. They hold back.

Here…she had no fear of that.

Delilah needed to train, to get herself ready, because she WOULD be ready…that monster would rue the day he messed with Delilah Adele Black.

She shook a strand of hair out of her eyes and started tying up her hair, smiling slightly at her own private joke.

This should be fun.