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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 2, 2012 17:32:52 GMT -8
Fuck yeah Mathew was at the Thunder Dome! Don't know what that is? Old abandoned roller derby ring or something. Who cared? The name was bad ass! And he could think of no better place for this little rumble. One of his idols, Vetis. He was going to get the chance to kick his ass, or have his ass kicked. Either way, it would be an honor to go against a fighter such as that.
As such Mathew was not wearing any of his normal combat gear, nor did he have any of his normal cheating tricks on him. His stuff was neatly folded in a corner on the far side of the building. He was just in Jeans and a black T shirt right now. Well, that and boots. He always wore boots. Except in bed.
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Post by Vetis on Jul 2, 2012 17:45:27 GMT -8
Such a prim and proper invitation. He had only fought Matthew once before but it was one hell of a fight. Enough of one so that he did not come ready to blow the place sky high. No he was not worried that barkers forces or some sinister trap or a pupping kicking ring were waiting for him in this dung heap of a place. Still it was just his style. He liked it.
The place had been a roller derby before the world went to shit while he was on vacation. Still the blood soaked floor was from the butch mammas who used this place previously and not some sort of ritualistic slaughter. Still by the volumes of it soaked into the rink it was hard to tell.
The building itself was fairly sized. There were bathrooms and lockers rooms. The rink was the main attraction and it was circular with a wide opening in the middle about the size of a basketball court. The smooth circular floor surrounding it curved slighty upwards and it was only mildly damaged. The roof was caved in a small bit but not enough to worry it would cave in.
Walking into the middle of the rink he tossed his shades and jacket to the side to reveal his perfect form. The result of years of fighting and training. The tank top clung to him tucked slightly into his shorts. Considering his respect for there last bout he choose to start using his martial arts foundation:Muay Thai. Still should things get intersting there was nothing truely to be against the rules. He smiled waiting for Matthew to reveal himself.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 2, 2012 17:52:47 GMT -8
Damn right it was a prim and proper invitation. Good card paper, excellent penmanship. The man was a freaking legend, he wasn't going to scrawl some note on the back of a newspaper. He didn't care how crappy the world was, some things required just a touch of class. Something that he was more than happy to provide.
He emerged from the shadows, already loose and limber and ready to go. There were no need for words, not with this man, and not only because he was a mute. They were not here for politics, but to do what they were born to do, what this world made them thrive on.
Battle.
Step by step Mathew would close the distance between him and the man, only when he was ten feet away would he rush him, diving forward on to the smooth ground, his body tucking in to a roll. His hands pressed against the ground in the roll, moving his body up, his feet propelling forward at the blonde legend. Opening move was a hand stand donkey kick. Whether or not he hit he would twist his body as he fell, swinging it around break dance style to turn that momentum in to a sweep kick.
Classic Mathew opening move.
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Post by Vetis on Jul 2, 2012 18:22:19 GMT -8
Straight and to the point. So few people could just come to a fight for a fight. So many of these youngbloods needed to just talk and talk and talk. It was quite irritating. This was refreshing to say the least. Still the echo of his footsteps, the quickining in his pace, the fact that he didnt go for a sneak attack. Vetis knew the fight was already underway.
Still the speed was blindingly fast. It was only through his bloody past that he turned enough of his body to take a blow to his left bicep. It stung but the area was firm dense muscle. Still it stung. Actually it stung more than it should have. His power was also great. It had ben some time since he winced so early in a bout. Still there was an advantage to his turn. As he turned to take the hit he had brought his knee up and in with all the force a reflexive attack could bear. The knee would strike him hard in his open side. Hopefully it would be enough to knock him out of whatever landing he was planning on making. Still the closer he could have gotten the more vital the area Vetis could have hit.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 2, 2012 18:34:27 GMT -8
Mathew's movement was already committed, so he took the knee and he took it hard, his body being knocked off of it's path and he rolled with the blow. It hurt. A lot. Right in the kidney, but that was fine. Mathew was built Ford tough, and he had taken a lot worse than that in his day. They were just getting warmed up.
Pushing himself up after the blow in to a sprinters position he rushed toward Vetis again, he wanted to keep on the pressure right now, keep of the offensive so he wouldn't have to use his defense. This was about impressing the man.
Mathew was ready for him to react this time, Vetis already proved that he was able to react to Mathew's speed. That's fine, he would be ready for him this time. The telegraph for the attack was pretty simple. His right arm cocked back, low against his side. Possibly a kidney punch?
Though instead of punching, at the last moment Mathew would pivot on his heal turning to bring his left leg against Vetis' back. Hopefully at least. Vetis was fast, and a seasoned fighter.
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Post by Vetis on Jul 2, 2012 19:12:28 GMT -8
A fake. His back stung as he took the hit. He had improved a bit since the last time. They both had however. So fighting through the irritation in his body he ate the blow and rolled with it. That was twice he had been rushed. It was not going to be 3 in a row. As his momentum began to slow ever so slightly he extended his legs out just so slightly as to push back from the side darting forward with his face covered by ready fists.
A kick so high as to hit him in the back would take just enough time to recover from that Vetis would have been able to grab his assailant with his left arm and use his right to plant a deep hard punch just under the ribcage. The extra speed should have given him enough drive to take matt down to the ground hard rolling to his left in mid air so he would be able to unclench and avoid landing on his arm on this hard surface.
Still Matt had taken quite the blow earlier. Should Vetis have found himself stopped he could drive his fist in a few more times and deeper before recieving the inevitable counter attack.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 6, 2012 19:11:47 GMT -8
Mathew grunted as he slammed in to the ground, Vetis' fist leaving a mark that would surely bruise. But this is what Mathew did, the brawls. He normally wasn't one for dodging blows, but exchanging them in brutal fashion. That was how he enjoyed his fights, that was what he remembered from the old Reign of Blood.
As he fell Mathew grabbed on to the man, not wanting to let him guy, the air getting knocked out of his lungs from the repeated blows, but he worked through it with a set jaw, pulling forward on Vetis as he slammed his own head forward.
Mathew used headbutt!
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Post by Vetis on Jul 7, 2012 5:58:18 GMT -8
Squirtle uses water gun For an instant as there heads collided a vision of pokemon flashed before his eyes. Both Vetis and Matthew had what people would call hard heads. The attack was super effective as it dazed him but there was no follow up. probably because Matt was feeling similar sensations to what he was. Still slightly dazed Vetis would move his punches up to Matts face. Was it because he wanted to capitilize on the fact Matt had held him but didnt pin his arms and increase any damage Matt did to himself? No that was just an after thought. To even be dazed put this veteran fighter into instinct mode. Hands free but being held down = face shots. As he missed his first punch on one of the three Matthews heads appearing before his eyes he would bring his follow up down, lower and more centered towards Matthews throat. However instead of punching him in the windpipe, a killing move, he would open his first to clasp the males throat. the goal was to choke him enough that he would pass out or be forced to release his own hold on the mute brute. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 11, 2012 19:21:27 GMT -8
He had been dazed from the strike for sure. He wasn't used to hitting someone with a headbutt that had as hard of a head as he did. Still, it had bought him a moment of reprieve, if only that. He was lucky that the first blow had missed and he was starting to react by the time that Vetis had gotten his hand around Mathew's throat.
His own hands let go of Vetis, moving out before slamming back together. Or they would have if Vetis' head wasn't in the way. Two palms slamming right in to Vetis' ears. How is that for a follow up for the daze? Should Vetis' balance become compromised and his hand lets up off of the throat Mathew would try to roll, switching their positions and giving Vetis a taste of his own punching medicine.
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Post by Vetis on Jul 12, 2012 19:36:41 GMT -8
As Matt let go Vetis would lift the him slightly by the throat and then slam his head down. And then he got punched in the head, with both fists, in the ears. God that always seemed to hurt. That little blonde bitch of a girl had done it to him before and it deafened him temporarily. He still wasnt quite sure how he managed to recover from that. Matt on the other hand was playing rough but not being lethal. As he pulled back in pain his hands pulled back hard and uncontrolled pinching down on the adams apple. Go ahead try it. No really try it, it does not feel good in the least.
As Matt rolled them over dust kicked up. The smell of old butch lady sweat stung the nostrils. This place had been a frequent for rough play, it was almost poetic that they fought here. Still both of them were holding back. The time for warming up was soon fading and one of them would have to start taking this seriously.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 12, 2012 20:06:52 GMT -8
The feeling of his head colliding against the hard floor caused his eyes to lose focus for a brief moment, but it had not stopped his resolve and his blow landed The pinching on his throat was enough to make his eyes widen, he attempted to swallow but was unable to. Instinctual panic started to cloud his brain as his blood began to pump faster than ever, fueling his attacks and strength as his body went in to fight or flight mode.
With Mathew now on top and not dazed from a headbutt his fists would shoot forward aiming to hit Vetis right in the face. Repeatedly so he would let the fuck go of his throat!
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Post by Vetis on Jul 12, 2012 20:32:01 GMT -8
Punch in the face # 1. Ow. Punch in the face # 2. Ow Ow. Punch in the face # 3. There was a slight cracking there. His nose might have been broken. He could feel the swelling in his cheeks. He had no choice but to let go of Matts throat so that he could grab him by the wrists as he was about to strike again. His grip was tight, they would like his throat leave abrasions around his wrist.
He would use whatever leverage he could get with his feet and turn them so that he could slam Matts back into the wall that they had gradually neared during all there tossing and tumbling. The wall itself was a bit weak and the two of them would more than likely go through it with Matt taking the brunt of the blow. Hopefully it would be enough to split the two of them apart enough to stop grappling and get back into melee combat.
Should they split up they would find themselves in the hometeam girls locker room.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 18, 2012 7:52:44 GMT -8
It was satisfying to punch Vetis in the face, over and over again. Even more so when he felt the cracking in the nose and saw the swelling starting to take effect. When his throat was released his movements slowed down as he took gasps of precious air. He could feel the abrasions around his throat, that was not going to look pretty. Thankfully his date had been last night and he wasn't going to call her for at least a few days. Way to dodge a bullet there Mathew.
Punch number 4 was a bit weaker than number 3 having slowed his assault while he recovered. That being said Vetis had no problem catching his wrists in his G.I. Joe kung fu grip. He felt himself being pushed back surprisingly fast and hard considering their positions and his back and the back of his head slammed through the thankfully thin and weak wall. Bits of plaster and dry wall likely falling on both of them.
As the grip lightened he rolled away from Vetis, trying to gain a little ground as he stood up. His back soar and his head throbbing. His brain felt like it was pulsating so hard that his eyes would pop out. He took a staggering step to catch his bearings as he examined their new battlefield. A locker room.
Giggidy.
There wasn't enough where he rolled to to use, an old forgotten sports bra that was quite large. A trash can with several empty Gatorade bottles, and of course the lockers. Not a lot, but enough. Mathew's hand went to one of the lockers, clasping the old lock in his hand, pulling down as hard as he could, the worn and rusting metal of the lockers gave way and he snapped off the lock, as well as the little tab that it had been fastened too. Cracking his neck he waited, still taking as much time as he could to recover.
"Good warm up man."
The fight clearly wasn't over.
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Post by Vetis on Jul 18, 2012 14:45:02 GMT -8
Getting himself up he looked around in sheer horror as to where they were. A locker room, a girls locker room to be exact. While in highschool he had once took a summer job helping clean the middle school. It wasnt a bad job and the guy he was stuck working with didnt bother anyone. Hell it would have been all good till the fateful day they were told to clean the girls locker room. Young girls just learning about there bodies were fucking disgusting to say the least.
Dirty panties, used tampons, at least 3 closet bulimics, and one gutsy enough to simply shit in the locker. It was a horror which still haunted his nightmares. The mens locker room was simply dirt and dust. THAT was IT. It seemed even as women aged they still had some of those tendencies they had when they were younger. Still upon a quick survey of his surroundings he saw more than enough to keep Matt at bay. The disguarded dirty sweat stained draws wouldnt be used, should he scratch his nuts after the fight and recieve the herpes or the crab lice in such a way was not really something he wanted. Soome old bras were around, one with stains in the center. Perhaps one of them was preggers and decided to roller derby anyways? Either that or ya know just regular after birth lactation. A box of tampons, he would have to make a mental note of those for after the fight. It might not seem like a miracle to you ladies but throwing one of those in a sink just to watch it absorb liquid was fucking awesome. Besides Matt and Vetis would need some way to bond after this. If he was lucky there would be some red gatordae so they could look like they were used, heh.
Other various things caught his eye to use in the next few moments. Then the silence was broken with a statement. "Good warm up man" This guy was someone he could like. Both of them had been holding back but it seemed as if Matt was ready to get more serious and Vetis was feeling that way as well. Typically if he heard an utterance out of his opponent he would take the time to knock there teeth in for simply stopping the middle of a fight to chit chat, but this was more for fun than anything else.
Vetis snapped his nose back into place and got into his favored stance, the foundation of his martial arts training. Muay Thai. Placing his left foot slightly foward he would place all of his weight on the soles of his feet while keeping his heels up to allow him to bounce and strike with dynamic force. His elbows tucked in close to his side with his fists up protecting his face. With a grin he would strike hard and fast using his right foot in a side kicking motion to detatch the open locker door nearest him and send it hurtling towards Matthew.
Authors note: They did not pay me enough to clean human fecal matter so ya know I didnt clean human fecal matter that summer.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 21, 2012 6:18:42 GMT -8
He watched as Vetis slid in to his Muay Thai stance as easily as most men breathed, it was impressive to watch his transition from snapping his nose back in to place to slipping back in to his fighting stance. Truly someone worthy of his admiration. He returned the blonde man's grin, before the locker door was snapped at him, hurtling at an impressive speed. Mathew pivoted in place, whipping his body to the side as the door whizzed past him. He could hear it fly by.
No time to stand around being impressed though, as he pivoted changing his angle of attack he whipped the lock that was in his hand down and forward, aiming right at Vetis' grounded knee. Take away the knee of a Muay Thai fighter and you take away one of his weapons. He would be far from defenseless, but it would be a start.
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