Fight Club (Open To All)

[Mitsukai]

She ducked as that kick came for her head, only of course to change direction and hit her there anyway. It was a good thing she wore the padding or else that blow would have really crippled her. As it was it still made her head hurt.

Biting back the pain she started over.keeping an eye out for his legs she would move, Trying to tackle him and at the same time sending her elbow out to hit him in his gut during the impact. If that had been successful she would try to trip him up to send him crashing to the ground this time. If he move had failed she would move to the side, rushing at him again from a different direction. Her fist aiming to smack him straight in the jaw and soon after a kick to his chest to knock him backwards.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

That manic grin showed itself now. Finally, in all this bullshit, a plan came together. Made him feel better about the whole situation, it did. As such, he decided to humor her. Sliding his left foot further back, he crouched slightly and waited as she rushed him. The girl using was his technique. A technique he hadn't used in ages. Momentum, an old old ally of Ryu's. She was using her speed at full tilt to increase damage. Smart. But you don't use a technique against the person who invented it.

Now then, as for how he was going to humor her.... The crouch dropping slightly further, Ryu inhaled and tensed his torso. His legs braced for the impact, and as she dashed in with her elbow, Ryu's arms rose slightly and his legs leaned him back, absorbing the impact as it came by moving backward swiftly. The elbow struck his ribs, dealing sparse damage as his her technique was nullified. He'd allowed her to get a hit in, albeit a rather sad hit, but a hit...and that would be that.

Ryu went nowhere. She was too weak and too small to move the second tallest, and heaviest man in the room. She'd made him happy when that kick landed right across her padded helmet, so he wouldn't taunt her any more, but nor would he take it easy any longer.

Both arms rose, both arms fell. A double hammer fist would drop right on the center of her back, hopefully causing her to collapse onto his right knee. From which position, he'd launch that knee up, and throw her away from him.

[Darius S. Parrish]

Darius' grey eyes would scan the gym after he pushed the doors open. They would settle upon the ring and the current fight at hand. He didn't know the fighers currently going at it, but Darius was sure he'd find it interesting to watch. It seemed the school was full of highly skilled combatants. It was would be a learning experience for sure. Those black, silver and white skate shoes would scuff against the floor lightly as he wandered closer to the arena floor.

The junior was new to the school obviously, and while he wasn't one to look for a fight, he could defend himself well when needed. Though he had a feeling he was probably weaker then the majority of people here. Regardless, he would fight if given the chance, and have fun while doing it. The junior's hand would drop tot he zipper of his jacket, and pull it down to reveal the white "wife-beater" underneath it. He'd toss the jacket off to the side for now, and drop his hands to his sides.

I guess for now I'll watch and wait.. And there's even a girl fighting!

[Mitsukai]

Mitsukai saw those arms go up and knew she had to move and fast. She tried to move backwards and out of the way of the the blow but was unsuccessful. Though instead of hitting her in the back she was struck in the shoulders. Either way it still hurt but not nearly as bad as it could have.

Then that knee would come up to hit her. That she would try to block by catching his knee with her hand. A little trick she had picked up from Matrim in her first fight with the captain. She was not going to go down so easily. Not this time. She would prove to this man she was not some little rag doll he could toss around the entire time. Pushing herself back and chargin once again Mitsukai would slam her fist into his gut. Then sending a swift kick to his ribcage with as much force as possible before finally sending a swift uppercut ti his jaw. If any of this was successful she would jump back for a moment, allowing him a turn at going after her first now. Defense seemed the best way to go about this fight, she had learned a little of it during practice so she had something to work with here. It might not be much but it would allow her to survive a bit longer then before.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Not quite as planned. Oh well. Ryu's grin faded to a normal expression. Not angry, not glad. Mostly blank, but not quite motionless. Ryu's hatred alone proved that he had emotions. His anger, his occasional glee. No, he wasn't emotionless. His pupils fluctuated, irises thinning for a moment as he watched the black haired and dark skinned girl. She was trying it again. That too was a technique of Ryu's. Or much more accurately... A bad habit. One that he'd like to hope he'd grown out of in recent years. It had already failed once, and yet she was once again charging. Time and time again Ryu charged in the past, no matter how many times he got swatted away. He never learned back then.

His body shifted back, avoiding the punch well enough. As for the kick, his body was well fast enough to do what he wanted, but his eyes just plain wouldn't keep up with his body, so instead of smashing his fist into her knee, he lifted his arm up slightly, and braced for the impact. Arm dropping down as he grunted with the strike, he clamped his upper arm around her ankle, grabbing her calf with his hand.

From this position, her third attack would be impossible, and his right leg ((assuming you kicked with the right >_>)) would bring up a counter. The same kick, only harder, and faster than hers. His shin would smash into her ribs, then drop back down, forcing past any attempts to grab it. And here he'd hold her, if he had managed to trap that leg in the first place, any way.

[Mitsukai]

Her first two moves failed, her punch was dodged and her kick blocked, then end result being now her opponent had her leg in his grip. That was not good. She would try to pull away but then that leg came, slamming into her ribs and ending her attempt to pull free. She cried out her voice a mixture of pain and anger as she fell to the ground.

Mitsukai would react fast, her free leg kicking him hard in the knee as she tried to pull her right leg free. If this was sucessful she would roll out of his way, pushing herself back up on her feet as her ribs screamed at her in protest.

Even though she had at least gotten faster than the last time they fought he was still faster then she was. Mitsukai still had no advantage over him. She would most likely have no way of winning, not unless she changed her tactic. The best she could hope for was to force him on the offensive and see how well she could counter see how most of her attacks failed maybe she would have more luck on the defensive.

She got back in a fighting stance and watched him silently, waiting for his next move. Hoping she would be quick enough to counter.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu's grin returned as she made her attempt escape. His knee braced for the impact. Yes, it hurt. But she was still too weak to deal him any substantial damage, and he didn't think for a second of releasing her. If anything, the attempt only made him clamp down on her calf harder. Crouching slightly, his right hand came to the underside of her thigh.

Sliding his right leg in, he slid his grip over her calf down to the ankle while keeping it tight enough that she wouldn't be able to pull it away. Any one but Ryu might have highly enjoyed having such a hold on the girl, but the Evil Angel had no interest what so ever in those sorts of things. Never had, and he'd be shocked if he ever did.

The grip over her ankle would drop slightly and the hand on her thigh would lift. His deep voice would rumble a shout as he'd lift Mitsukai up, and whip her over his head, looking to smash her down on the ground on his other side, back first.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"I'm forgoing head protection. These suit you?" Matrim nodded. If the guy wanted to use those gloves that'd be fine. Not to mention the forgoing of head protection. If he wanted to become Muhammed Ali with it, that was his deal. Matrim would just provide them the protection, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. Mitsukai however did 'drink' or rather put on equipment, which was good. He had fought both, and this guy had more experience. She might be able to beat him, he wouldn't know. But what he did know was that he seemed to be doing this longer. So he was interested to see what they did.

He only used one leg huh... that's kind of weak. He needs to learn to respect the person he's fighting by fighting them with his full power, unless you are training somebody you respect them with that much. Only hold back to prevent permanent or fatal injury, that's the way it should be... oh well, that's his deal.

Mitsukai gets too worked up by his words. She needs to learn that she'll get back at them better with a calm mind. She's brave though.

Someone came into the gym, walking in and getting closer to observe the fight, Matrim would turn to the kid (Darius) and say, "Hey, welcome to fight club. My name's Matrim, I'll catch you up while they fight." Matrim would walk over to the kid while the fight went on behind him, his eyes would scan them every once in awhile to see what was going on so he'd know when to call it, but otherwise he would catch the kid up, "Basically we are practicing, doing a bit of sparring, nothing too serious, we have pads available. Mostly I'm just having people spar to observe their current levels, and we'll discuss our styles after we are done warming up. If you're interested you can go against the bald guy next, or if you'd rather sit back for a bit that's fine too---"

He turned seeing a move , Ryu was going to try and do, Matrim would whistle before the execution, using two fingers in his mouth to make it loud, the sound filling the gym, "Fights over," He said, turning towards the too, "Good job, big guy, you're confident. Too confident, you've beaten this opponent before so you went into the fight thinking you'd win again right? Never assume that. The fight you won was another fight, and the Mitsukai you fought was a different Mitsukai. Remember the fight, but also remember your opponent grows strong just as you do. Mitsukai, you are improving, but try to keep a cool head in the start of battles. I could be wrong but it looked like his comment set you off a bit right? Try gritting teeth and gripping your fist tightly, if you keep a calm head you'll get your aggression out through winning."

He would then say, "Keep the gear you got on Mitsukai, both of you clear the ring though. Baldy, you're up. And you," He'd turn to Darius, "If you want, if you don't, I can have someone else go."

If the kid accepted he'd leave it at that and say "Gear up!"

If the kid declined for now he'd turn to Mitsukai and say, "Looks like you're still up, get back in there."

[Ryu Hayabusa]

OOC: mitsu let me post here for slight comedic affect.

Ryu's grin would still be plastered on his face with the growling shout as he'd hoist her up over his head. Then the whistle blew. Literally. His left foot would rise and stomp forward to stop his movement in the middle of the throw, Mitsukai held up in the air. Blinking, he'd look over at Matrim. Ryu was still a martial artist at heart, and when 'Yameru' or 'Stop' was called, you stopped dead, no matter what you were doing, even if you had the opponent in mid-throw.

Ryu's hand would slide from around her thigh, and let her fall slightly until he could catch her by the front of the shirt and set her down gently. If all went according to plan, his grin would fade, he'd look down at the tiny girl, and say "Better." In a normal tone.

Did he just praise her?

Yep.

If Chaos had a face, a brow would be raised on it before a psychotic cackle erupted inside Ryu's head as the other personality realized Ryu was partially fucking with her head. [You really are a bastard, you know that!?]

Yes...Yes he did.

Leaving it at that, he quite literally jumped over the ropes, and dropped the eight to nine feet to the ground, landing shockingly lightly as he crouched low, then stood up, his right knee cracking slightly. Walking over to his bag next to the bleachers, he picked it up, dropped it on the single step that was always left out, and sat down. He'd listened to what the Captain had said. The man had a point as he always did, but Ryu's cockiness was primarily outward. At least this time. He'd taunted her and started to proceed with the taunt as part of the mind-games that so far, had only worked on little miss Shinoda over there. He'd take what he could get, though. Every one else he'd just have to topple with brute strength.

[Mitsukai]

Her opponent did not loosen his grip on her, in fact he just held on harder. His hand moving down her leg as he put her in a better position to lift her up to throw her. It was a good thing that this was not Katsuri she was facing or else that would have been damn awkward and creepy >.>.

Just as she was bracing herself for the inevitable impact to the ground Matrim called for a stop to the match. While she was suspended in mid-air in her enemy's grip. Luckily for her he released her, letting her drop before gently placing her down by the collar of her shirt.

"Better."

. . . . . . . . . .wait, what? she thought her feline eyes looking up at him in total confusion. Did he just praise her? No he couldn't have. Why the hell would this bastard say something like that. He had to have met something else. Yeah he had to be up to something. Hell would freeze over the day he actually acknowledged Mitsukai in such a way.

Mitsukai would force her thoughts away from what the man had said as Matrim spoke to them. From listening to what Matrim was saying to her opponent she now knew the man's name. So his name is Ryu huh? she thought as she glanced back at him again. Now she had a name to a face. It was certainly better than referring to him as THAT guy. When Matrim addressed her she thought over what he had said. She had to admit the part about controlling her anger was true. She had actually tried to keep herself under control but obviously it hadn't worked. She needed to lean how to control it better so she would not have to worry about that again.

With that she would step out of the ring, allowing the next set of fighters there chance to fight. Doing her best to ignore Ryu she would sit down on the opposite side of the bleachers, as far away as possible. Though she wasn't really that upset about today's scrap there was no doubt in her mind the bigger man would rub it in her face again and that she rather not deal with. Besides his last words were still lurking in her mind and she was still rather confused on how to react to them. Instead she would silently watch the ring, waiting for the other two to get ready and start.

[Adrian Kreever]

The club had caught the attention of one of it's newest students, one who had until now kept his violence a secret. His dark purple eyes had scanned the poster as his pale fingers scratched absentmindedly at his black hair. He wanted to go there, to learn, to become stronger. He wanted more power, he hungered to see what his fellow students could do, and so in the end he ad decided against his better judgement, both for the safety of his secret and his general state of his health, to try out this 'Fight Club'.

The door was carefully pushed open just enough for Adrian to poke his head through. After he was satisfied he wouldn't die instantly upon entering the hall he stepped through the door and neatly closed it. He was dressed in a black T-shirt with no motif, a pair of black pair of shorts and a pair of gym-shoes. He wouldn't want his movement hampered unneccesarily, though he wasn't too keen on showing off the scars on his arms either. Good thing not much of them were visible. His eyes, colder than they usually were, quickly swept over the area to find, much to his relief, that he knew no one here. Not yet, be wary.

He walked up to and stood by the ring as the two new contestants were about to begin their own scuffle. He felt a desire, a burning thirst to be the next in the ring, to lash out and hurt someone, but he placated his want with a few deep breaths. With that attitude, you'll be down for the count before you've even stepped in the ring! Get it together! Shaking his head to clear it, he stood in silence and watched as the fight commenced.

[Autumn]

Autumn made her usual pass through the halls. Her long black hair pulled tight into a pony tail. Two long red streaks framed her pale face and her black eyes were lit with a dangerous fire. This was actually usual for the young girl. Her hatred for others shone brightly in her face and the way she walked, big black goth boots thudding like thunder on the floor of the school. She wore a tight fitting Crimson colored tank top. A black bird with wings spread wide in flight was placed over the chest. She wore black skinny jeans with holes in the knees. On her pale shoulders one could see two tattoos. One of a bleeding rose and one of a butterfly. Her ears were pierced twice. Black rose studs and crimson spikes stuck through the holes in her lobes. A black studded belt wrapped tight around her hips and around her neck she wore a black studded collar. She got dirty looks from girls and a few cat calls from the guys who didn't know she wanted them dead. Ear phones blared music into her ears at the loudest level it could go.

Autumn was looking straight ahead and ignoring the idiots around her. No one mattered. Her mind was on going home. She skipped class all the time so today wouldn't make a difference. She could just hear her children crying for her, wanting their mothers attention and love. She sighed a little heart broken that she had to be stuck in a place like this. It wouldn't take long. One of the other students became annoyed with Autumn ignoring his calls and walked up placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. Annoyed, Autumn's fist came up and slammed into the boy's face. He stumbled back a little and a circle quickly formed as she took her fighting stance. After a little bit of dodging and punching Autumn managed to knock the boy into a wall with a bored. As she got close enough to see the slips of paper and what they said she noticed something that she thought she liked. It was a form for a fight club. It would serve to relieve her anger that she accumulated during the day at this horrible place. She backed off the boy instead of knocking him out and left the circle. There were complaints about her quiting the fight mid way but Autumn shrugged her shoulders and placed her headphones back on.

Walking on her way she found her self entering the place instructed on the flier. Autumn shoved the door open with her foot. The door was heavier then she had thought and so she entered a little more quietly then she had wanted. Her eyes scanned the room falling on each of her opponents. That is what they were after all. They weren't her friends. She didn't know them... she... didn't... know... Her eyes fell on one of the other students. She felt like she had seen him before. Perhaps she had but he wasn't a friend. Autumn didn't have friends. She moved off to the side to watch the current fight. Her hips moved left to right softly before she placed her back against a wall and pulled her earphones off her head. She turned off her MP3 player and placed her head phones into her pocket. She'd take it out if she got a chance to fight.

[Darius S. Parrish]

Darius was soon approached by a stranger. He didn't know the male, but apparently he helped run the fight club? Regardless of whether or not he did, he was kind enough to explain a little about what went on in the gym. Darius' ears were open, catching word after word as he watched the fight up in the ring. Though unfortunately he had came in too far to the end, and it seemed the fight would be over before he knew it.

The male who introduced himself as Matrim would speak, telling Darius that it was his time to fight if he so chose. Darius would drop his head briefly and then make his decision. He'd smile and nod head head, before making his way toward the fighting ring. He wouldn't chose to take any pads, simply because he forgot. He was excited to fight. It would be needed to keep up with the other students in school.

Darius would enter the arena, and glance around. He wasn't sure who was his next opponent. Apparently he was bald. Darius couldn't help but start working his mind for a funny little comment to make. You'd stretch out a bit and jump up and down slightly to get the blood flowing. And then he'd wait for his opponent.

This will be fun!

[Zeek Van Buren]

"Baldy? Couldn't you come up with something a little more original?" Zeek asked as he made his way to where the pads were, not bothering to put pads on his head, he did however grab the gloves which provided padding but still allowed for him to grapple. THe opponent was up in the hexagonal ring already. Zeek stepped up, stepping over the ropes and got in. The man stood at a tall 6'6" and preferred the boxing method to starting a fight. Once he got in he brought both fists up in front of him, the bottoms of the fists toward his opponent, with his arm being bent at the elbow.

"I'm Zeek," He'd say to his opponent, "Lets try to have some fun with this, yeah?" He said as he started bouncing back and forth from the ball of one foot to the ball of the other. He slowly got into the groove before he'd start the match by slowly attempting to approach his opponent. Once close enough he'd aim to throw a right jab for the mouth, and a second jab for the nose before attempting a left uppercut toward the chin.

While he was a fighter he did take some amount of safety serious, wearing the gloves mostly to protect the opponent as well as his own fists since he needed them for, well, fighting was one thing he needed them for. And knuckles were good to have for writing and other school related activities. So he just thought it better to make sure he had been wearing a pair of gloves for the encounter.

[Darius S. Parrish]

The bald one would appear, and Darius wouldn't lie.. The dude was huge. He had quite the height and reach advantage. But that wasn't going to stop Darius. He knew that if he was to compete here in this school, or defend himself then he would have to be fearless. And fearless he could be. He couldn't tell for sure, but he had a feeling the male would be slower then him due to his size.

"Darius. It's a pleasure to get a fight with Mr. Clean. I'm a huge fan!"

He'd chuckle slightly and lift his hands up. And the dubbed 'Mr. Clean' would come forward. And his first attack would come in the form of a jab toward what Darius assumed was his face. He wasn;t too slow, but Darius felt he was quicker. His body would weave his upper body to the right to dodge it. The second would be dodged in a similar fashion as his upper body would tilt further backwards for the second jab.

His body would now be in an ideal position for the combo he had in mind. Darius' left leg would snap toward 'Mr. Clean's right knee. Darius' aim wasn't to blow the knee out, he doubted he was strong enough to do that. But it would hurt, and Darius' goal was for that knee to buckle. This would no doubt drop the larger male down, and if it happened Darius' final attack would be quite effective. His body would pull forward quickly and his right fist would be thrown full force into Zeek's chin.