Fight Club (Open To All)

[Tara Ritter]

Tara was leaving the school when she saw the flier taped to a wall. She paused to look at it the moment the word fight caught her eye. She sucked in a deep breath hoping she wasn't late for it and took off running...

Blindly...

She didn't know where she was going @_@

She got lost twice before finally coming up on the gym, her eyes practically glued to her watch. Pausing outside the gym doors, sounds could be heard inside. The door seemed to creak loudly as she entered, looking nervously around. Her eyes fell on the large ring built in the gym.

It was as if her eyes started to twinkle with excitement. This was what she lived for. Already in the ring was Zeek. A smile touched her lips as she came forward, feeling a little more comfortable now that there was someone she knew. Scanning the rest of the people her eyes stopped on Matrim.

For a moment she was stunned. OK, so this... Wasn't so great anymore... This was the first she had heard of him coming to this school, making it all the more awkward. She stepped forward quietly, standing off to the side, prepared to introduce herself when this fight was over and make good after their fight at the club. She didn't want to make to much noise, or bother anyone while there was already a fight going on.

[Sara Gallagher]

Sara had remained near Matrim through the last fight, watching the fight closely. It was amazing to see how much Mitsukai had improved and Sara felt a surge of pride in her. Still though, she didn't show it, arms across her chest, her expression serious. Matrim had told her to take this seriously, thus, so she would.

Ryu, as well, had improved, and Sara recognized his strengths. He was good, but her loyalties were still with Mitsukai. Both though, had areas to improve on. She took note of them for later. In Sara's eyes, they would learn about those areas when someone exploited them.

Mainly... Her ^____^ Sara would happily exploit their weaknesses to help them learn from them and become stronger.

As the next fight started, Sara heard the door creak open, and turned to see the new girl enter. She looked vaguely familiar. Her eyes narrowed, watching her. Her gaze seemed to be on Matrim.

... Why the HELL was everyone so damn obsessed with Matrim?! D< What the HELL was so great about Matrim?! With a silent huff, she turned back to watch to fight, hissing to Matrim under her breath. "Seems you have yet ANOTHER fangirl Matrim. Lucky boy you." She shot him a death glare at that, and then turned back to the fight.

[Zeek Van Buren]

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

Zeek had heard that one before, but it was alright he liked who he was and how he looked. Not to mention he could use this guys hair against him, quite well too. Control the head right and you could really have some fun controlling the body, especially when putting someone into a grappling move of sorts. The guy was a bit quicker than Zeek, his leg hitting Zeek's knee and causing it to buckle, a fist came for Zeek's chin but he leaned to the outside of the punch, his left hand would grab the fist, his right hand would strike at his elbow with the heel of his palm, aiming to try and break the arm at the elbow.

He would also continue to pull on that fist as to cause Darius to trip over Zeeks knee and body, if that had gone as planned he would twist the arm behind Darius' back and lift his knee onto Darius' lower back, pinning him there.

[Darius S. Parrish]

Zeek came in and Darius' kick would land as he wished, buckling the giant and bringing him down to his own level. The punch though would miss, as the giant would move outside of Darius' attack. They would close together, but he could see from the large male's posture he planned to try and grapple or counter in some way. Darius knew he had put too much into the punch to simple stop.

Instead he'd simply adjust. While the punch had been thrown, he'd be able to pull it back. Darius' upper body would tilt backwards again as he did this. This would mean Zeek wouldn't get the grip on his hand. As Darius pulled his upper body backwards, his legs would lift and bend at the knees. They would snap forward quickly as he aimed to land both of his feet against Mr. Clean's chest to knock him onto his back.

Though Zeek's other strike would manage to collide with Darius' right forearm if he continued on with that attack. Darius knew he'd have to be careful with this guy. He was big, but that had as many downs as it did ups. Darius knew he'd have an advantage if he stayed on his toes and stuck in close.

[Zeek Van Buren]

(Neeeevermind.)

Zeek caught the legs kicked at his chest, catching them with his hands gripping the calve muscles. He pulled the legs as he rose to a standing position, the kid would be on his back on the ground. Zeek would step over the kid with his feet hooking under Zeeks arms, still maintaining a hold on his calves, stepping over him would cause him to be flipped onto his stomach, his legs being bent back as Zeek would pull on the legs and squat down bending back to put an immense pressure on his knees and hips and back.

It was a move called the Boston Crab, or a modified version of it at least. This one was also made popular as the Walls of Jericho, but Zeek was more familiar with the actual wrestling term for it and not the "Pro" wrestling term. (If you could even call it "Pro" wrestling)

[narakunohana]

Two weeks completed.

Edit: +4 to everyone.

edit: +4 to those who haven't fought
+1 for each fight, Int rule is active for one fight only

Creator of thread/club to contact me again in two weeks. Please continue the thread, thank you.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Zeek and this new kid fought on, and Matrim decided he would get things going. Turning around he'd look at everyone there, "I don't think we need a ring to practice, so everyone partner up, gear up, you two!" He said pointing at Adrian and Mitsukai, "Spar with each other a bit, I want you to observe your opponents fighting styles. Once I say so, we'll halt and we'll comment, give advice, take advice. Don't criticize, just offer alternatives to their style. Alright?" He said.

"You two," He'd say pointing at Ryu and Autumn, "Spar with each other," He'd say and then turn to Sara, "Which leaves you and me babe, so bring it. Also, uhm... you (OOC: Pointing at Tara) join the two on stage." He'd say.

(OOC: I realize some may not be as active as others, if someone becomes inactive, switch to another group that is active with your character. Fighting free for all with another group is kosher so if your partners activity doesn't increase feel free to go into the ring and fight with the two in there, or one of the other two.)

"After a few minutes of this we'll stop fighting for the day and call it quits on that side and we'll do some discussion and such," Matrim said, and would then gear up with gloves, no head protection, and then wave Sara on.

[Sara Gallagher]

Sara watched the fights, getting quite antsy on her feet. She was fidgeting and shuffling, trying to keep herself quiet and still. Matrim had promised her fighting and there was none so far yet. As the two on stage continued their fight, Matrim finally gave the go ahead. Everyone was going to do a little sparring. Excitedly, she looked around, waiting for him to announce her opponent.

"Which leaves you and me babe, so bring it."

Sara smirked at him, quite pleased that she wouldn't have to hold back, and eager to get on with fighting someone... Anyone... She jogged over to the gear and grabbed a pair of gloves, leaving the headpiece behind. Although it probably would have been smart to use it, she felt it would probably impede her more then anything. Pulling on the gloves she moved back in front of Matrim.

Putting her hands up in front of her in a loose boxing stance, left leading, she came forward at him, and threw a quick right for his face, then a left jab at his chest.

[Tara Ritter]

"Also, uhm... you join the two on stage."

Tara had to double check behind her to make sure that he wasn't pointing at someone else. When she realized he wasn't she looked nervously up at the stage. Zeek she knew. The other, she didn't.

Figuring it was best that she just get on with it, she grabbed a pair of gloves and moved to the side of the ring. Pulling them on, she lifted herself between the ropes and stood at the far end of the ring, Zeek's back to her, waiting for a chance to get into the fight.

Taking a chance while Zeek was working on getting the other guy into a hold, she moved forward, and planted her left foot. Swinging her right leg around, she aimed a side kick for his right side from behind. A little underhanded to attack his back, but she made it a little better, when she planted her foot, she yelled out, "HEY!" to try to get his attention. That counted for something right?

[Autumn]

Autumn blinked as the supposed leader of this club pointed at her and another boy. She looked over at said boy and blinked. His fight had ended before she had entered the room so she wasn't exactly sure of his skill, though he didn't look like someone who took things lightly. Autumn removed her headphones and MP3 player. She set them aside and took off her studded collar, lest it become a problem with her sparing. She also removed her black goth boots. Her feet felt lighter. The black socks which she wore wouldn't provide a good foot hold really, but Autumn was confident she could manage. She reached up checking her long black ponytail and making sure it was tight and wouldn't be an issue. Sparing was simple right? She just had to make the other one give up. If that was it then she should be fine no matter what the other guy could do. Autumn knew she was far too stubborn to give up and would probably sooner be placed in a hospital then ask for a breath. She adjusted her belt and made sure her pants wouldn't fall. After making sure her person was secure she did a brief stretch. She made sure her muscles would be ready for the strain of movement and the strength she'd be putting forth to beat her opponent into submission.

With one last sigh Autumn moved off to the fighting gear. She slipped on a pair of gloves and made sure they fit. Though in the back of her mind she was making a note to scrub her hands after so that she wouldn't worry about the germs when she held her babies. She stared at the head piece for a moment trying to decide if it was worth it. Did she really want it? It wasn't a matter of if she would feel cool with it on or not, it was more like... who wore it before her and what kind of germs still lingered on it. She checked her gloves once more and moved to the mats leaving behind the head piece. She would make do with out it. Of course it had occurred she might need it, but all the same she didn't want it. She would take a stance as she waited for her opponent. She didn't know him. Though she made it a point to not socialize so it didn't surprise her that she had no idea who he was. Her right foot was in lead as she raised her fists to guard. Her stance was simple enough, a kick boxing stance that had her balancing on the balls of her feet in expectation of an attack. Her black angry eyes settled on the boy who would be her opponent.

"I'm sure we haven't got all day."

She said rather annoyed at his slowness, though perhaps the boy was making her wait because she had taken so long to get prepared. If that was the case, then it was fine with her, but if he was making her wait just because he felt like it, well.... his name would be placed in her book of people to exterminate.

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Ryu felt something. Deep in the back of his mind. Chaos had retreated from his jeering laughter at Mitsukai, but now he was writhing in the shadows of Ryu's mind. It started as utter silence as that one girl walked in, and only compounded as another entered. The longer they stayed, the more intense it became. More and more and more, louder and louder. Not laughter, but screaming. Agonizing screams of tormented rage. The Psychotic Demon within Ryu, the other half of the Evil Angel, was going insane. A strange concept, yes, but no less real. Just whispers at first, it quickly became inane babble as his rage built.

[That one, Ryu... And that one... Kill them, Ryu. Please, end them... I can't stand it! Kill them, Ryu! Damn you! KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL YOU SON OF A BITCH! ALL OF THEM! THEY MUST FUCKING DIE!!!]

His right hand rose to his temple, rubbing it lightly. The psychotic screams of hatred, rage, and violence he could handle. After all, it was just one voice. One being, baying for blood. But soon, the voice compounded. Something Chaos had never done before, his psychotic voice echoed in Ryu's mind, louder and louder until it filled his head. A pained expression reached over his face as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he held his head in his palms. Nothing but raging thoughts of blood, destruction, death, dismemberment, disembowelment, impalement, beheading, braining, gutting, gore, sacrifice, murder, crucifixion, obliteration, immolation, assassination, carnage, rip, tear, pierce, maim, kill, kill, kill, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL!

And then,

"You two,"

Ryu's head jerked up, body shaking slightly. Wide-eyed, blurry vision for the pain of the voices in his head saw the man pointing in his direction. His eyes tried to align his sight enough to focus on who else he was pointing to. Ryu's pupils dilated when he saw the one he was meant to spar. 'Spar'? No, I don't think so....

[KILL HER RYU!!! YOU GODDAMNED MOTHERFUCKER!!! KILL HER!!!]

The voice had gone back to one single voice, but its volume was as though they all joined into one. No other thoughts could enter Ryu's mind.

[Stab her. Rip off her arms. Tear out her rib cage. Slit her throat! Cut off her head! TEAR OUT HER ENTRAILS AND FEED THEM BACK TO HER, I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW YOU DO IT, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!! JUST FUCKING KILL THAT TRASH BEFORE YOU!!! DO IT!!!][/size]

Body shaking, every muscle in Ryu's body rumbling with a tensed hatred. Pure rage being held back by such inadequate forces as Ryu's consciousness... It was like trying to contain a tsunami with a single bag of sand. Ryu stood, his body instantly ceased its frenzy, fists clutched tight at his sides, knuckles bone white beneath the hard plastic bracers on his arms. If it weren't for the gloved palm, his fingers would have already dug into his flesh. As it was, that may not stop them for long.

Every muscle in his body solidly tensed he walked toward the girl who was supposed to be his next opponent. One voice had said spar, but another, the only voice he could now hear, was telling him to kill this girl and feast on her very innards. Guess which voice Ryu was inclined to listen to.

[Mitsukai]

"I don't think we need a ring to practice, so everyone partner up, gear up, you two!"

Mitsukai's gaze fell onto her new opponent. Those feline eyes silently looking him over. She had never met this boy before but that was to be expected. Besides Matrim, Sara, and her last opponent the girl did not know anyone else in the room. She stood up and walked over to the stranger, noting the scars over his body and she had to wonder how exactly he got them. Maybe he had been in a lot of fights before coming to this school? Though a part of her doubted that. They didn't look like it, battle scars did not have much of a pattern to them, they were more random.

She'd bury those thoughts in the back of her mind when she stopped a few inches away from him. It was not in her place to ask questions and nor did she really care about his boy's history. She was here for one reason and one reason only....to fight. Those eyes would stare directly into his purple unflinchingly. Mitsukai had no idea how strong or skilled this guy was and even though she had lost her first match so far it was not like she was going to let that affect her next match. It was time for some fresh blood.

"Ready whenever you are, the equipments there if you want it." she would say, giving a quick nod in the direction the equipment was. She had not seen when he had came in so she had no idea if he had even heard Matrim's instructions on that earlier. Whether he went to put on his gear or not she would take a step back from her opponent and get into a fighting stance as she waited for him to start things off this time.

Lets see what this kid has got.

[Autumn]

Had Autumn been able to read what was going through Ryu's mind, she probably wouldn't have backed down even then. Would she have been scared? Of course, but at the same time she would have spat at him and told him where to shove his special little voice. Since Autumn couldn't hear what was going on inside the boy's mind she stared intently at him as he approached her. Autumn bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, the soft sound of her socks touching the mat was probably only audible to her. Cold black eyes focused on the boy with hatred. Spar, it was only a spar. She shouldn't be worried. No. She shouldn't. She was though. Not about being hurt, but she was worried about hurting him. Well, to some degree. Autumn understood she couldn't control her anger, she couldn't control her strength and how much force she put into something. This was what she was worried about. If they were just to spar then hurting him too badly wouldn't bode well for the young girl. She paused a moment in her bouncing to crack various parts of her body. Knuckles, back, neck and a shoulder. Once again she returned to bouncing.

When the boy didn't go into an attack right away Autumn took a deep breath and launched her self at him with out a care. Standing a decent distance from her spar partner, Autumn threw her right leg into a spinning heel kick aimed for the boy's hip. Her point of view on her attack was a simple test. He could dodge, he could block. Either way it was a measure to how he would fight her. After the spinning heel kick was sent at his hip, Autumn planned for another attack. Should he block, dodge or even take the hit, Autumn would send another kick straight for Ryu's stomach. The heel of her left foot would be placed so that if it hit it would strike before the rest of her foot. Should her legs be caught and she be taken to the floor, Autumn was prepared for that only mildly. She understood being pinned would possibly be bad for her and so she held her breath until she understood the damage that may or may not have been caused by her attacks.

As for taunting, Autumn wouldn't waste her breath. Why taunt the opponent when you could beat them and make them feel worse then your words could? That was her view point on that. Of course... it also happened she couldn't come up with witty comments when she was focused on hurting someone or not hurting, as it was in this case.

[Matrim Gallagher]

It seemed that everyone had taken their cues, so Matrim grinned toward Sara, she threw two strikes, one for the face which he blocked with his right palm, the other to his chest which hit, while his left hand went to strike her right side with the heel of his palm, his left leg would aim to slide across in front of him to hit her right leg in it's side, the hand that had went for her side, if connected, would grab down on the fabric of the shirt she was wearing and pull as his leg went across to try and cause her to fall toward her right.

Whether or not this worked he would step back and towards the right a bit, putting both fists up in front of him, his eyes scanning the fighters away from the ring since he now had his back facing toward it.

[Sara Gallagher]

Sara's punch to Matrim's face was blocked by his right hand, but the chest hit. She tried to back away and get out of it before it was to late, but she hadn't moved fast enough. His left hand hit her right side and she grunted, moving with the hit to try to lessen the impact.

What she hadn't counted on was the foot sweep which took her right leg out, and coupled with his left hand on her side, dropped her to the ground. She threw her right arm out to catch herself and landed roughly on her right forearm. But she laughed, clearly enjoying herself as she looked up at him, trying to catch his eye.

She watched as he stepped back, his back to the ring, and pushed herself back to her feet, working out the muscles in her legs and arms. Once she was up and ready, she took up a boxing stance again and waited for him to be ready. He seemed to be watching the other fighters and that was fine, she could wait. As soon as he was ready, she moved forward quickly and threw a kick to his left side with her right leg.