Day Of Ambition (Cody Travers/Open)

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Cody posts first. You want to interrupt this fight, you want to gang up on me, you want to help me... whatever. This is open to anything and everything. SO COME GET SOME.

Burning...

Funny, that he should be named 'Winters'. Funny that he should have so many names. Which were, in themselves, rather funny, odd, or amusing. But the man himself was not funny. No. More rather, he gave off a sense of intenseness, of absolute seriousness. This is what happened with "Unfettered", walking into the school grounds.

Lunch time.

He had his full suit on. All his gear on. That big black coat, the scarf... granted, the weather as of late deserved it. It had been raining the past few nights, giving the state its much deserved inches. But that wasn't the reason why.

There was already resolve. He had seemingly degenerated back into his 'Jonathan' stage, quietly watching.. eye flicking about, his 'Nazi' eye-patch covered up with a long slack of hair.---

"..Yeah. I went to the gym yesterday... and did ten reps of fucking 195 lbs."

"No shit.. you're ripped, Huge. 'Must be like the strongest Freshmen here."

..Still the same bastards. 'Huge', as they affectionately nicknamed him lifted about his arms, flexing. Just standing there, waiting, bitting the right edge of his lip. "Unfettered's" chest was still rather sore with his tussle with Leon. Strong? Hah... Freshmen had no idea. Hell, he wasn't even the strongest, yet.

...Yet.

But he had more then just ambitions of growing strong.

More than petty ambitions then just becoming 'successful'. No. No, no, no... This school. This school's captain. The enforcers. The rules, the laws, the injustice... but most of all, this... 'CALIFORNIAN ATTITUDE'... No. had an ambition. And it burned, and made him strong.

---And the moment that boy threw his trash, missed it, "Unfettered" began to rapidly advance on their position.

He would start by establishing control over the weak Freshmen. And then work onto his own grade, or higher if he could, and build up his power.

---*THWACK*---

"...PICK UP YOUR TRASH, CALIFORNIA BOY."

'Huge' immediately caught on, and, in a crouched, recovering position, swung towards "Unfettered's" face. He let him.

Now it was "Unfettered's" turn to go down...

"HOW'D YA LIKE THAT, HUH!?" his friends cheering him on. Blood already splashing onto the ground.

..Yet, in a much slower, more graceful way, the Winters boy erected himself. Spat to the side. Grinned, the Nazi eye-patch revealing itself as his hair fell away.

"..If zat is ze best you can do..."

'Huge' was horrified. His head ached, he was rocking, but he threw one of his super 'haymakers'. Yet, this guy?..---

"ZEN I GRADE IT AN 'F'"

Thrusting his fists behind him, "Unfettered" simultaneously launched his long right foot into the bastard's face. He went flying.

Getting back into a normal standing position, his right thumb smeared across beneath his nose. Face towards the lot.

"ZAT'S ZE STRONGEST FRESHMEN!? NO VAY. NO VAY. SHOW ME YOUR STRONGEST, YA VEAKLINGS. GET HIM HERE NOW, BEFORE I START ON YOUR ASSES."

Snarling. Fists clenched to the point of swelling.. a very dangerous aura emitting from him, as clique fled in all directions, leaving 'Huge' laying there, unconscious about seven feet away. Pathetic.

California produced pathetic, apathetic people.

Such a disgrace.

[Cody Travers]

Lunchtime..

Or some other time it REALLY didn't matter to Cody. He'd skipped his morning classes and had a hell of a time with some of the teachers..Beating them down..Making them say mercy to the whim of his fist. On his wrist hung his fathers customized set of handcuffs..Gleaming silver..

He'd decided to take some time and grab something to eat..He'd been hungry for fast food and wanted some attention for himself.

It hadn't been long since Cody'd been in California. He'd been in a few decent brawls but the fact remained that this city was full of useless thugs..Just like Cody. It was a race to be the strongest..

Indeed.

However there were those..

Those that still believed in the Mad Gear premise. Those that wanted to prove themselves "the strongest."

...That was what gave Cody his thirst and angst to fight.

A crowd gathered near Cody.

"..Holy shit..Look at that guy..It's that fucking "Winters" guy!" Whispered one guy to Cody's left.

Then to his right..

"..Oh my god..It's..it's..That sick rapist.."Thrush" I think.."

Cody pushed his way past the crowd. He was curious as to see what justice had been brought.

"ZAT'S ZE STRONGEST FRESHMEN!? NO VAY. NO VAY. SHOW ME YOUR STRONGEST, YA VEAKLINGS. GET HIM HERE NOW, BEFORE I START ON YOUR ASSES."

Cody's teeth burned..Ever since the encounter with those thugs..And Calamity..He'd not fought anyone..However..Today was different..

This man..Reminded him of his father..

Cody quickly grabbed the end chain of his handcuffs and snapped on them quickly. He twirled the end on his wrist..

..And confronted..This..

"Well!?" Cody said aloud as to catch the attention of the one.

"What the hell are you waiting for?!...I'm ready." He stood at his "Criminal" stance..Waiting for the first move.

["Unfettered"]

A CHALLENGER APPEARS
Theme Song: {Blaze} - by cornandbeans

"Well!?"

---His attention snapped. Standing solitary, his hands at his sides. But his eye was alive right now.

"What the hell are you waiting for?!...I'm ready."

"Unfettered's" left hand whipped past the left side of his nose. Revealing an eye-patch. He wouldn't risk going down due to a stupid mistake on his end. Not with some silly patch of hair getting in the way of his eye.

"Klar? Gut habe ich gewartet!"

A grin, as he suddenly hopped up, the top row of his teeth revealing themselves. Didn't think a crowd would start to congregate around them---No. A crowd would always form. Even if this was California, Germany, no other country was different. Oh well, didn't matter.

Right foot pivot on the heel forty-five degrees right, pivot on the toe forty five degrees right, and one more on the heel forty-five degrees. Bouncing on his toes. Natural habit.. adjusted accordingly, within a few seconds. Right hand already up by his face. Left just a little bit aways... boxing stance! Orthodox!

DASH. Dash forward, skid to a halt on his right foot, bob down, weave to the left with a fierce step to his left accompanied by a simultaneous weave up and a right hook to the rib cage. And if that was successful... he'd bob down again, stomping to the right.. and the pattern would be easy to see from there.

No time to talk.

'Hello. Nice to meet you. I am Winters. And you are?'

[Cody Travers]

This would be interesting.

No aquaintences.

No handshakes.

Nothing.

Just what Cody would expect, right out of the frying pan and into the fire. Or in this case, the fight.

The man quickly dashed at Cody immediatly stopping on his right foot. Cody saw this and knew there would be a punch coming for his lower body. There wasn't much Cody could do right away so he decided to take the punch. Cody leaned into the punch to lessen the damage to him. Luckily the punch caught a bit of his arm thus lessening the impact on the ribs.

*Whump*

Cody felt the punch thud against him. He huffed and saw that the fighter would go at him symmetically. He wouldn't allow this to happen again. Quick thinking would lead him to grabbing the hand forced into his chest with his off hand..And then doing something unexpected..

Snapping the other end of the handcuffs to this arm!

Cody would catch him and render any dashing or dodging useless. And since these are customized handcuffs, they're literally unbreakable.

This would be Cody's plan.

If this was successful. Cody would have the room to deliver a straight palm downward to the feirce fighter's back.

'The name is Cody Travers', Former hero of Metro City. Nice to meet you.'

["Unfettered"]

Handcuffs? Ooooooh...

One quick thing "Unfettered" would notice? This guy knew what he was doing. Interesting. A threat. The punch definetely did not connect all the way. 'Whump'? Definitely not a big hit.

Unfortunately for "Unfettered", he was already too engrossed in his second attack---The handcuff!? Crap, he'd forgotten about it! He saw, attempted to pull back his other hand..

By then, however, it was already too late.

*CRACK*

..'The name is Cody Travers', Former hero of Metro City. Nice to meet you.'

He stumbled forward a bit as the palm hit his back... But this was his back we're talking about. Nonetheless, goddamn. His right wrist, huh? He grinned.

..And then pumped his right leg forward a bit, before tap (to throw him off)-kicking it sharply backwards, at the punk's shin.

"Likevise."

If that was successful... he'd try to pull back his right leg again, hold his right arm in a ninety-degree angle if he could, and do a backwards head-slam, while slamming his right foot on the ground.

He'd introduce himself later, if the boy was still conscious. Or if he still was.

'Hahahaha... my luck to start a rumble with a talented freshmen, oye?'

[Cody Travers]

It was luck indeed.

Pure luck now that his handcuff connected.

Cody had never been pulled around so much by one little thug..He was definetly a challange.

However...

"Ungh.." Sounded Cody as this fellow's right knee connected with his stomach. It was light but it was rather forceful. It knocked Cody off balance and set him backward a bit...Leaving his leg right open. Cody's eyes widened as this fighter snapped a sharp kick at Cody's shin. He went down a bit.

And then..

He watched as the fighter winded up for another rebounding punch aimed for Cody's head!..

It was at fault however..

Cody pulled his exact same arm that connected the two pulling him forcefully towards Cody.

Now it was Cody's turn to counterattack.

Cody would bring his arm upward above the fighter's neck and, if successful, would knock this fellow to the ground with a quickstrike to the head using Cody's forearm.

..Not bad..Better than any other thug Cody had fought in Metro.

He was certainly intrigued..

["Unfettered"]

OOC: 'Meant to literally slam the back of my head into yours (hence the raising of the cuffed hand...), but, eh. My bad for being vague. ^_^;

"Whoa-p"

Burning!

..Maybe that previous punk, 'Huge' had hit "Unfettered" a little harder than he thought-No. Just an excuse. He himself was getting careless. Damn!---*THWACK*

A small splash of blood flew into the air. Not much.. but enough to get "Unfettered". His legs buckled underneath him, but his wits were keeping about. Landing on his left side---*CRUNCH*---Okay, maybe not such a good idea, he kept his left arm up, as he did a right sweep with his right leg.

Whether or not it worked, he'd use the momentum to twist his arm around, albeit in an uncomfortable manner, crouch into his right hand, and.. if he pulled it off fast enough, prop up his left hand to do a side-hit from his fist onto the stomach. If it wasn't, however, he'd keep it in guard position, to let the other guy get up..

[Cody Travers]

He WAS fast indeed.

Truth be told though Cody was not impressed of this situation. A crowd had drawn..Yet no one seemed to be helping..All they wanted was..

Bloodshed..

Blood splattered from the fighter's mouth as Cody slammed into his face. A large "Ooooh.." could be heard from the audience following a few gasps and such. Cody felt it would be his that was upper.

Then suddenly..All went downhill..

"Winters!..Winters!..Winters!.." Sounded the crowd.

Who was this guy?! A public icon?! This made Cody even more irritated..It was as if..

It was as if..

..Everyone was against him.

To Cody's surprise the chanting and cheering seemed to power this "Winters" guy. He wasn't paying attention and a sudden punch caught him off guard.

*THUD*

"U-ugh.." Cody couldn't see straight. He was a little dazed from letting his guard down.

"WINTERS!! WINTERS!! WINTERS!!"

Go figure..

However the jeers fueled Cody's desire to pound him. Recovering quickly from the sudden punch, Cody jumped up, pulling this "Winters" with him. He reared backwards leaning his body at a forty-five degree angle. He wasn't ready to go down yet. Cody lowered his fists in a fit of rage and quickly pulled himself inward to the opponent.

If successful, Cody would realease one of his special moves. "Criminal Uppercut." This would hit this fellow both in the stomach and upward into the jaw like a small whirlwind.

He was angry now..

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Just to ask... am I being a bit vague? I'm usually referring to Unfettered, when I say 'he', or summat like that (I'll usually refer to Cody as a 'punk' or something, since I don't know your name IC. But aye, just lemme know. Either that.. or you have a great amount of RP Chivalry... (which I admire, hugely).

...BLAZE!

It did not matter that a crowd was cheering for him.

It did not matter that he may have been potentially stronger than the punk.

And it especially did not matter that he was a year older then the Freshmen.

Just that sensation.

That whirling, spinning sensation. That indescribable high, with bare knuckles breaking against the soft underbelly, then, bone against bone, skin scraping, the illustration of a blue board painted with your blood. And all of it raining back down on you, in reality. Eyes bulged. In reality, this took only a few seconds. Imagine the rippling of air, the blast of the gust in that awesome exchange of energy.

"Schön..."

A few seconds in the air... but the recovery was moderate. Barely faster than this boy, by only a slight smidgen, he was letting himself get hit way too much. Breathe.

...And smile.

Almost like time had stopped.

And the punk would see Winters turn his upchucked head to him and smile in absolute delight.

"FLAMME!"

The seconds resumed. Time waited for no one. At least, not that long.

His right hand went up slightly, winding in an instant yanked down, along with the chain, along with the punk with a grunt. The smile growing larger and larger. And if the punk was beneath him, with this strenuous aerial exercise, he'd bring his right knee onto the punk, and slam him down in the ground.

FLAMME!

BLAZE!

DON'T STOP, UNTIL THE FIRE DIES.

[Cody Travers]

OOC: You're not being vauge at all. I'll be reffering to "Unfettered" as Winters since the crowd's been chanting.

The time sped up like it was going to extremes for Cody..However, I gess it just wasn't enough to fool this Winters.

He watched as Winters pulled back at Cody's chain.

Same trick..

Cody was pulled underneath Winters and felt a sudden force shudder down his back. However, Cody clipped away just a bit not letting himself get fully knocked down. Using his chain to balance himself, he pulled so that he would only go down to one knee..But he was grounded no less.

He slammed his off-fist into the ground and jumped up, tugging on his own chain once more..

But not before making his position just right.

"Crack kick!!"

Ah yes, the crack kick. Where Cody would jump straight into the air and snap a fast front kick right to the jaw..Powerful and effective. Hopefully it would connect..This crowd was getting tiresome..

Winters was the only one known here..

And they were calling his name..

Just like "Poison" in Metro City..

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Er, that's not what I mean. I meant fighting-wise, if you feel like I'm god-modding or something, or you just allowing the hits to come... I dunno. And, technically, we both 'sorta' know each other's names, so its cool, regardless (you = intro, me = crowd).. 'nice handiwork, honestly.

Dance Of Sweat

Fast guy.

The knee had made contact and on his back no less, but the full extent of the damage had been incomplete. Sounded like the bastard had a strong back like himself.

---But, just as they landed down, the punk slammed his fist into the ground, pushing them back up into the air. God, 'felt like they were doing some sort of acrobatics for a circus rehearsal or something... Only, they were doing it better.

A kick... block... His eye was pulsing, as the seconds dripped by.

The momentum was away on his right hand. His left hand came up, a few seconds in time to see it blasted away. The kick jacked up his jaw, and more blood crackled into the air.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

An eye. A red tint flashed across it. Reminiscent of old days. Loving the pain. Welcoming it. Enjoying it. Relishing. The need to share. Because sharing was caring. And it was quite fun. Just the reaction of taking pain, react by GIVING IT BACK.

His jaw was closing right, but the grin was evident, as he reigned in the right arm back to pull the bastard into him, into his right knee.

The combo follow-up would be a sudden headbash, forehead to forehead...

...And provided Mr. Punk... whatsit didn't pull off another one of his bag of tricks on him, "Unfettered's" wound up right arm would give a hard straight into the bastard's face, or at least attempt to, just as they were about to hit the ground again.

Missing, however, would prove to be strenous and painful on "Unfettered's" part.

No more games.

"Unfettered" was going serious.

[Cody Travers]

OOC: For the record you're not god-modding at all, and regardless I really don't have a choice of dodges and moves now do I? Regarding the chain situation.

What's this?

Feigning ignorance?!

Either way, Cody was about to be dragged around like a ragdoll..It would be rather..painful as well..He spun around as "Winters" pulled Cody close to him..Right into his knee..His chest slammed against the awkward impact.

"Oof!" He lost his air..But moved backwards..Winters was making another move. He cocked his head back..Cody moved his head out of the way..But..This would prove to be a mistake.

Cody missed out on the right arm slamming into his head.

*Whap*

Cody reeled backwards..Almost doing a flip onto his stomach.

He hit the ground with a thud..

*Whump*

However, Cody didn't like this..

Not one bit..

And wasn't afriad to play dirty..In fact..This was what Cody was..

He would wait until the opponent would reach the ground..Then..He would grab a handful of dirt by clacking the back of his hand off his high top and quickly revering it onto the man's face. Making him blind..Then Cody would go full out..He would get up quickly..Throwing a right hook into the guy's upper body, and then a Left into the side of the jaw..And finally..Grabbing hold of "Winters" head and literlly using his body weight to mount him and crush "Winters" with a falling kick to the face..

Missing however..Would prove to be a loss..

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Then, you're a good and fair fighter. Not counting IC-wise.

AHHH! MY EYES!

"AHHH! MY EYE!"

Of course, with both hands trying to reach at his face. Making his leg bend in a strange way.---

RIGHT SMASH TO THE LEFT OF HIS RIB CAGE.

Could hear something crack. But that wasn't bones.

...That was his Poseidon Chest plate. Absorbing the punch.

With hands in the way, however, the punch to his jaw was slightly deterred.. and by this time, he'd already rubbed most of the dirt from his face in a hurry, but his hands were also knocked away. Eye teary, blinking, he just barely saw it. Barely.

A clip to the left. His left shoulder got hit instead, but barely... And in whatever the scenario, in a bleeding, huffing mouth and an eye that could barely see, he'd try to use the same hit shoulder into an upward charge, at the boy's chest.. A simple attack.

But "Unfettered" needed to recover a little first.

OOC: Er.. Sorry if its vague. Kinda have a vague understanding... lemme know if I misunderstood anything. But, hoping I did it in a general enough manner for you to understand what I'm trying.

[Cody Travers]

OOC: I understand.

It would be close..

However, the force of his first punch made made no effect to his target. If anything his punch bounced back!! His arm jabbed back into him as quickly as he threw the punch! What was this? Some sort of chestplate?

"..Hmph.."

And even then he missed his second attack! Unable to complete his mounting kick he was unable to do much more from there. Cody was rather shocked at the fact that he'd allowed himself to miss.

The crowd continued to jeer for Winters to win...Bets were being placed..It was like Mad Gear had taken over the school!..Nobody wanted Cody to win..

..Where the hell was the school captain in all of this?!

This shouldn't be anywhere close to acceptable on school grounds..And yet it was happeneing.

Regardless this wasn't Cody's problem..Winters was his problem right now..

A shoulder was thrust into Cody's side, knocking him backwards. He was caught off guard at the face that he'd missed.

It was into his chest..

Cody was winded..

He held his chest and coughed a little, however it would be a waste of time..For both him and his opponent..

Cody stood prepared this time..

He waited for another move from "Winters".

He stood in a defensive stance..Hands openly hovering amongst his chin and above his torso, ready to smack away or block any one or two attacks..

..And if "Winters" would pull at Cody's chain..He'd counter..With a deadly blow to the stomach..

He wasn't gonna play anymore..

Winters fought just like Belgar did..Wore the same expression as him..

Cody had developed a small hate for him..

His eyes narrowed..

["Unfettered"]

On The Other Hand...

A strong, defiant defensive stance. "Unfettered" resumed his own boxing stance. His Poseidon Chest Plate could only absorb one more hit before he took all the hits directly at his chest. But that was enough. Anger was aimed at "Unfettered".

"Cody Travers... huh?..." The grin remained cocky, but the eye gave off a different feel.---

---Okay, now, the crowd was just making a lot of noise. Granted, they were jeering at this guy, but...

"Thrush."

A single word. A different name. But it would be better if this was how Cody knew him. Yes. This was for the best.

Feint---no, a jab. Followed by another one. Easily blocked, but his legs were going about, circling about. He was getting excited. Unleashing his Qi might be overkill, but he wanted to see how well he could do against this boy..---

"Fancy a wager?" The last bit was said with a grunt, as he attempted one more jab as the distraction point, followed by a sharp downward kick at Cody's shins, to see if he could make him trip. And to test to see how strong this guy's footing was, or if he could avoid this altogether.