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Post by Jack on Dec 22, 2011 16:55:37 GMT -8
OOC: Welcome all to the first #552 style fight club of #259 all are welcome to join as long as they don't fuck up the thread. Only two rules no QI and no gangs.
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Nostalgia took over as he walked into the warehouse he had rented. Now that he was at war he needed to sus out any competition and recruit new soldiers. What better way then to attract all fighters within the area to do what they loved most, fighting.
Jack did his usual promoting by word of mouth within the social and work groups he normally socialized with. On top of that he had spoken to a few people at the previous fight club he had fought at so he was expecting quite a turn out maybe twenty people max. But nothing could have prepared him for the thirty plus waiting for him outside the agreed upon area. Opening the large underground storage unit he walked in, the crowed following.
Turning the lights on he looked at the area, it had already been prepared for the night's events. Thick cardboard mats had been laid out to act as a ring and protection against the hard concrete floor. Any junk had been cleared off or pushed to the sides. Walking over to a large portable chalkboard he had bought. He wrote the rules of fight club. Crossing out the first two which said you do not talk about fight club.
"Oi MEAT listen up! You know the fucking rules, they're final. Now who's first?
Of course two eager males stepped forward ready to cave each other's heads in and before long the two men were engaged in a furious battle. The large underground storage unit came alive with cheers and jeers fro supporters of either side. In that moment two ordinary meaningless guys became the center of everyone's attention they were for that short fight on par with Mirko or St-Pierre for select few in society things like this were pure visual ecstasy.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 22, 2011 18:26:36 GMT -8
Well now, it was unlikely that this could very well be going on without Kevala finding out. She knew A LOT of people. That was for sure. Something she was proud of. It had taken her years to build up the connections she had now, and this was one of the many reasons why she had put so much effort into it.
She wanted to know what was going on when it was of interest.....and this was. She didn't necessarily wanna fight....but to see who would turn up would be of interest. Plus...well it involved Jack and she was choosing now to be a tad nosy.
Stepping into the warehouse, she brushed her tongue across her lower lip. Sneakers kicking against the cement floor idly as she moved. She wore a pair of black yoga pants and a matching black halter top designed specifically for working out.
Her long dark locks pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head. Leather cuffs about both wrists as usual. Not entirely unprepared on the off chance she did decide to fight. Though like said, she would for now be content with just watching.
Finding a spot against one of the walls that gave her a clear enough view of everything going on. Not at all hiding from plain sight. One shoulder pressing against said wall as she folded her arms over her chest.
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Post by Adam Silver on Dec 22, 2011 18:33:03 GMT -8
He'd been looking forward to this with a bit of anticipation, Adam felt somewhat weak at the present as it'd been quite some time since he'd fought anyone for that matter aside from the awkward run-ins with homeless bums fighting him over his food. He'd grin as he listened to Jack give his basic run down something that was rare of Adam. The boy would fasten his gloves on a bit tighter before giving a soft tap of his feet on the ground warming up his boxing stance and firing off a small salvo of punches.
"Yo bossman, ready when you are."
Something of a volunteer for the space should he be needed.
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Post by Farren on Dec 22, 2011 20:49:44 GMT -8
Mark Twain once said, "History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme." Seems like ol' Twain wasn't just telling tales. The world was at war, but even in the darkest hours, men desired a challenge. A place where the odds were even and the only thing that mattered was the strength of your fist and the iron of your will. It was only natural that Fight Club would rise again, though a special coincidence that I'd still be alive to see it. Founders rarely get to see their creations live on. Slowly riding into the forgotten parking lots of the warehouses, my Indian Chief motorcycle rumbled low and loud. Rumors of the revived Fight Club had managed to filter their way to me, even in the isolation of the Beach Cities. Against my better judgement, I made my way across Barker's no-man's-land to the meeting spot. I didn't know who was running the show but that didn't matter as much as the scene, the atmosphere. Without the right air, this would be just another ring of thugs, violent but little more. Hiding my bike behind a pile of wooden pallets, I walked through the doors and into the gathering space. The smell of sweat and blood was already filling the air. The yells and screams echoed. Through the crowd, I could glimpse the cardboard ring and two men fighting ferociously, shirtless, shoeless, and alive. On a beaten up chalkboard at the back were written the rules, my rules. A man stood nearby them, his face slightly familiar but I couldn't place the name. The boss perhaps? The fight continued in earnest so I made my way around the edges. Heard a young guy with fight gloves say he was ready. Silly kid, in my day we didn't use fucking gloves. Sighing as I showed my age, I continued walking until I spied a face I truly knew. Kevala. With a bitter grin I walked over and leaned against the wall next to her, hands in my khaki pants pockets. "Interesting, isn't it Kevala? To see two men fight with nothing on the line. No hatred, no money, no woman. Just fighting to be alive."
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Post by Isaac on Dec 23, 2011 18:24:43 GMT -8
Isaac was perched in the rafters. He had entered without a trace, so he had much peace and quiet. Well, quiet wasn't exactly the word, but it was quieter than the clamor that could be heard below. From what rumors he heard, there was to be a fight tonight. The idea of watching two people beat each other senseless appealed to him. Maybe he would even fight someone.
The clamor seemed to lighten a bit. They were picking out their first two fighters. Isaac's glowing red eyes stopped scanning the crowd and centered on the middle area which seemed as if it would serve as the arena. He was eager for the fight. There would be blood, and he wanted to see it now.
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Post by Mischa Badoer on Dec 23, 2011 20:03:39 GMT -8
Mischa caught wind of a fight club. In all honesty she wasn't big into the beating each other aimlessly... She was more of a "Imma pop a cap up yo ass"...... With a sniper.... Anyway... She came for only one reason... Learn more shit to stay alive....
She entered the room and saw a small group of people and naturally the first person to catch her attention was Kevala. She would smile and head her way... Holding in the automatic jealousy that pulsed in her mind seeing another man talk to her... A very attractive bearded man. Mmmmm beard.
Back on track.... She stood on the other side of Kevala and wait for any conversation the two were having so as not to interrupt and be rude. She may have been jealous but Kevala was free to talk to as she pleased and Mischa would have to accept that. After all she was trying her best to do the "friend thing" with her ex lover.
"Hey." she would say looking over at the rest of the people, but her eyes stopped short at the sight of Jack.
Fan-fuckin-tastic.
Mischa could have sworn the blood drained from her face.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 23, 2011 20:22:02 GMT -8
Her attention shifted from Jack toward the familiar voice that spoke up beside her. Blue eyes falling upon Farren as she smiled lightly and then glanced back at the small group forming within the warehouse.
"For some of us, fighting is the only way we know we are still alive. The only way we know we can still feel. It is truly a beautiful thing if you think about it."
A small nod before her eyes once more shifted back toward him, that little smile still in place.
"It is lovely to see you again. How have you been?"
Shifting a bit in her position against the wall, only to be caught off guard by another familiar voice sounding out from the opposite direction.
Instantly her heart sped up.
What is she doing here!?
Like hell if I know!
She could get hurt!
Dont fucking remind me!
She may not have been with Mischa still, but she was damn sure over protective of her just as badly as she had been when they were together.
A little look of fear in her eyes as she glanced at the other girl, her hand shooting out to grasp hold of Mischa's wrist, tugging her closer so that she could speak a bit more softly, out of ear shot of the others here.
"What are you doing here? Don't you know you could get hurt here?"
Clear concern in her tone, even if it was a hushed whisper. A somewhat scolding look in her eyes, one that she could not help really, it was just habit after so long of being together. Though even as she spoke, she noted that Mischa's attention had shifted, noted where her eyes went and saw the blood drain from her face.
Instantly, something inside Kev sparked to life.
Though she said nothing.............yet.
Clearing her throat, she tugged Mischa closer and turned back toward Farren, a little smile once more in place, though this time more forced.
"Farren, have you met Mischa?"
Trying to introduce the two, for two reasons.
A) To be polite and maintain both conversations.
B) To keep Mischa's attention away from Jack until Kev could figure out why the fuck she had looked at him like that.
A glance given toward Jack now herself, eyes roaming over his form and then back toward Mischa. The emotions in the air around her ex lover making her think they had some kind of history.
But as to what kind of history she was still uncertain.
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Post by Jack on Dec 23, 2011 21:25:05 GMT -8
The next fight ended and Adam was eager for a fight however would anyone be good enough for him. Personally he was waiting for a special fight but if no one was there he'd have to step in. He began scanning the room and before long he noticed a pair of familiar faces in Kevala and Mischa which made him smile as he locked eyes with Kevala. His smile faded as his eyes came upon Farren however he didn't stare, he would have said something to Mischa as she seemed to be on her own however he attention was quickly drawn to a little scuffle, although they quickly behaved themselves as soon as they noticed Jack entering the ring.
"Is there no one who'll fight Adam Silver?" Jack posed the question as the organizer of this event it was sort of his duty to find people fights. His eyes scanned the room, Mischa and Kevala he thought about it but thought it best these fights be as evenly matched as possible. His eyes found a male, sitting in the rafters, he wouldn't have normally noticed if he were there and only by sheer luck he found him. He looked slightly stronger than the average male but was no monster. He would be a good match for Adam who was experienced but was no Gabriel.
"You" His finger pointing toward Issac the crowd looked up "Name?"
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Post by Isaac on Dec 23, 2011 22:27:00 GMT -8
Isaac's glowing red eyes locked on to the one who pointed at him. No one could yet see him due to the lighting, but they had seen his eyes. He walked casually across the rafters until he was over the ring, then silently dropped to the ground in front of the brown-haired ringmaster of this circus. He stood up and locked the person's glare.
"If it's just a fight, we've no need of my name. Here. Hold these for me."
He proceeded to take off all of his knives and their holsters and handed them to this brown-haired guy who seemed to be in charge. When all was said and done, the announcer (or at least Isaac assumed he was an announcer) held about thirty blades in his hands. Some were daggers, but most were throwing knives.
"And don't even think about selling them or hiding any."
He turned towards the other contender, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, maybe a year or two older than he. He approached slowly, as if with malicious intent, but the offered his hand for a handshake. He was close enough to speak to just the boy without being overheard, and did so.
"Right. So then, Adam Silver, was it? Nice to meet you. Now let's give these people a good show."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 23, 2011 22:32:14 GMT -8
(ooc: Small trololol post for Jack and Gabriel only if ya'll dun mind.)
10 Hours Prior
"I do expect for my toys to be upkept in the best order, or it'll be your head."
Gabriel would say with an all too cocky grin, his lips curled upwards into a greedy smile before straightening out his cuff-links and snapping his fingers to the two work forces at his flank attending to the Qi-nullifiers around the building. He'd gone about making a small deal with Jack, and as things were progressing he was warming up to the kid.
"That aside, I do expect a good show."
With that Gabriel would turn about totting his steel suitcase and retreating into the side of a black limo and peeling off into the dark, the two muscle heads remaining resigned to their positions assured to protect the little gift that was donated to Jack's fight club.
Current
Gabriel would arrive a measure late, he was choosing not to participate in the fighting this time around. He was something of an 'investor' this time. And a good businessman kept a close eye on his investment. Gabriel would carry himself and two flanking guards to the upper level of the warehouse setting up a small faux suite where he'd sit watching over the events with a cocky smile. DANCE PUPPETS DANCE!
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Post by Adam Silver on Dec 23, 2011 22:48:57 GMT -8
Adam would make his approach slow of course, slowly repping himself up and psyching himself out for the fight. He was ready for this, at least he'd hope. It'd been quite awhile since he'd been matched in battle...wait.... DAT ASS. His eyes would lower from his opponent making his epic move to the floor catching a glimpse of a bonified I-Tal-Ian Arse. Slowly a grin creeping to his face he'd walk right between the small group of Farren, Kevala, and Mischa; as he did so his hand would "misplace itself" on Mischa's cheek.... and by cheek I mean her bottom. A small grope and he'd continue on unphased. But dayum..... Dat Ass.
"Right. So then, Adam Silver, was it? Nice to meet you. Now let's give these people a good show."
"HOLY SHIT......" A pause of silence as he sized up his foe's mysterious facade and finding himself in a stunned state of complete idiotic awe. "YOU'RE BATMAN!" He'd exclaim with a boyish sense of excitement seeing quite possibly one of his most favorite comic book heroes portrayed without his mask on or rather in a sense of reality. Granted the boy looked nothing like Bruce Wayne but who was to say that his acrobatic entrance was anything less deserving of Batman status.
"Right here bro!"
Adam would hold his right hand up at a ninety degree angle slightly extended for the guy to match with his own. In laments terms it was a bro-high-five. If of course Isaac was to complete the transaction of the high-five he'd be caught entirely unawares of the surprise in store (entirely unintentional mind you) but upon high-fiving Adam there'd be a concussive blast of their hands forcing Isaac to be launched backwards from a small explosion.
"Ooops..."
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Post by Isaac on Dec 23, 2011 23:01:40 GMT -8
Isaac retracted his hand. He wasn't going to do some gangster handshake. He wasn't a gangster. He didn't even know how to do that kind of handshake.
"Sorry, but I'm no superhero. Quite the opposite, in fact, but I won't bore you with my tales. I was just trying to greet you in a respectful fashion."
Isaac moved back to put some distance in between the two of them. He then began his analyzation. His opponent probably had a bit more strength and possibly more speed than he, but based on the behavior exhibitd so far, he would guess that the style of fighting would be increasingly aggressive. Dodging would be key here, as he knew not what was up this person's sleeve.
"Well then, now that we're done with the pleasentries, let's get to business."
He remained in his seemingly unready-for-battle stance, but was ready to spring at anytime. He would let his opponent make the first move.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 24, 2011 0:11:33 GMT -8
A lone figure could be seen leaning up against the wall, his hood up as usual, as Kazuya kept to himself, his arms casually folded across his chest. Underneath his hood, he wore his dark sunglasses/scanner, having already powered it on, as he casually glanced over the crowd gathered, the various power readings appearing on screen aka. the inside of his sunglasses lens. He recognized almost everyone present, though a few he did not.
A slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, this fight was going to be good.
(OOC: Kazuya has all his items equipped except for his katana.)
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Post by Orion on Dec 24, 2011 10:06:24 GMT -8
Within the crowd of cheering people sat a lone figure that was not cheering and screaming for the fighters, dressed in a hooded blue cloak that obscured all his features save his unnatural eyes. The blood-red/gold mixed eyes stared out as the first competitors fell to the floor. Orion dimly remembered Fight Club from back in 552, and Jack as well. It seemed that he had managed to start it again, even in this god-forsaken place. Interesting. And there were a few people he recognized, mainly from his short amount time hanging around the Paladins. Gabriel Seran and Kevala Katashi. Interesting that two highly powerful people showed up here.
As for the two in the ring... Orion didn't know either of them. But that was OK in his eyes. He was mainly here to watch, to study. He would fight, if he was called out by name. But only one person here knew who he was, and Orion figured that the brown-haired ringmaster was a bit busy with running this damn place.
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Post by Vetis on Dec 24, 2011 17:03:43 GMT -8
Late. Fashionably even. Still his revenge wasnt the only thing that consumed him. The thrill of a fight of a challenge of someone who thought they were his superior broken and lying bloodied at his legs. Ah it was the one constant joy in his twisted miserable life. So upon hearing mysteriously of a new fight club one that had interest in 552 rejects he could only give it a half hearted thought before finally caving and showing himself there.
Silently he approached acknowleding no one as he entered before perching himself up against the most shaded wall. It looked like the children were having themselves a scrap. Still he couldnt be the only titanesque fighter here so he merely watched allowing the weak ones to fight. Hell it might even build up there pride and arrogance so when he was called out he could firmly and brutally break it. Shifting his gaze from the upstarts at hand towards the crowd he did belive he saw two worthy of his time. Having reently filed his teeth to points his was eager to see the effects and perhaps one of these two would be his trial run as it were.
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