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Post by David B. on Dec 2, 2013 14:11:33 GMT -8
OOC: Stats are in effect, as this is a stat-based board, but can be used as more of "guidelines" rather than strict adherence. Those of you with monster stats (any stat over 60) are required to play your stats this way. Don't brutalize your opponent, or act like punches don't effect you. Loose Guidelines. Qi is deactivated. I'll be watching. This fight ends December 15th
IC:
A man stood in the ring, a mic in hand. You are in the back, prepping for your role in the ring.
You both are in nothing but shorts, and are barefoot. You'll see a circular mat, surrounded by gaggles of the most beautiful, naked women you have ever seen. They all giggle and watch you move into the ring...but as the announcers start, turn serious. These women will probably molest your person if you leave the ring or are thrown from it, and while it will be awesome, you'll definitely lose the match. Get too close to the sides, and they will try to pull you off. Looks like its close quarters here.
You hear the announcer start with your name...and whatever theme music you decide to have play as you walk out.
POST YOUR ENTRANCE, AND FIGHT.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 2, 2013 15:18:06 GMT -8
Mathew was probably quite a sight to behold standing without his normal armor and protective gear. Right arm missing at the shoulder. A brand in the back of his neck, scars running up and down his chest, including a spot next to his heart where he had been stabbed and several gun shot scars along his stomach. Old wounds from a happier time, a simpler time free of responsibility and full of boyish dreams. In the place of that boy was now a God. No, not a God, not a Dragon. He was so much more than that. The boy had become a Man. Music played over the salvaged speakers as he entered the ring. Not affording the women so much as a second glance. None of them were as beautiful as his broken Knight. No woman could hold a candle to her sweet imperfections. And he would find her. His men were combing the remains of Barker territory for any sign of her. He was personally pouring over every report they gave. Looking for anything that seemed promising. Several possibilities. But nothing that was screaming at him as the right place. He hated not knowing. It drove him mad, and filled his stomach with a toxic rage. His temper was growing shorter and shorter, and he felt raw. He needed this release. He didn't give a fuck about the stupid belt. He didn't give a fuck about winning. He just wanted to hurt whatever poor sap they put in front of him. And if he won this round, then he would break the person in the next round. And the next. And the next until he rage was sated. Until he had gorged himself on their pain. He awaited his first victim. |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 2, 2013 15:58:23 GMT -8
Unlike his opponent, Kazuya was not missing an arm. Instead, what he had been robbed of, was one of his five senses. His sight. But that hadn't hindered him then, and it certainly didn't hinder him now. He was just as much a sight as Mathew was, with the dragon tattoo on his chest, the scar from being stabbed near his heart visible, and an assortment of various other scars on his arms and leg. Music blasting out from the speakers after Mathew had stepped into the ring, Kazuya entering soon after, one hand casually scratching the back of his head, his pupil-less eyes "glancing" around, even though in actuality, he could see nothing surrounding him. Instead, he was using all of his highly tuned, remaining senses, to help form a picture in his mind of his surroundings and environment. He would say nothing to Mathew upon stepping into the ring, instead, he would simply crack his knuckles and neck while rolling his shoulders. Holding his right fist in front of his chin, his left fist in front of his sternum, his hearing was tuned to just Mathew's footsteps, all other sounds he tuned out, just white noise to him, the belt, the naked women surrounding them, none of it mattered to him. He was just here to fight against stronger opponents. And that was his ultimate prize. (OOC: Kazuya's base stats: 90's all across except for Dexterity, which is 95, because of the boost from removing the ankle weights. Ryan, if you have a problem with the boost, let me know, and I'll remove it.) |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 2, 2013 22:15:12 GMT -8
Fighting a blind guy. Someone had a sick joke making round one a cripple fight. It was kind of insulting really. This wasn't even the first blind person Mathew had fought. And the last one was born blind. He really doubted Kazuya would be as well adapted as the last had been to the condition. Especially with the last one not having any Qi to use as a crutch. Either way the tactic was simple. He couldn't see him, it didn't matter how strong, tough, or fast he was. Losing your sense of sight was quite the blow, and he would not hold back because of that. Because Mathew wanted blood.
"Let's see if we can raise the roof ladies. Let's hear that adoration that I thrive on! I wanna hear you all scream!"
He jabbed the air and hopped up a few times showboating, aiming to get the crowd riled up. Raising his arm up to the air to signal for them to go louder. He even flashed a few of the girls his winning smile and a wink. God, Dragon, Man. It didn't matter what you called him, one skill no one could deny Mathew had was the power to influence the hearts of his fellow man.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 3, 2013 16:03:53 GMT -8
It didn't matter to Kazuya if the crowd loved him, hated him, or loved Mathew. The cheers and adoration were nothing but background noise to him, and as such, of no importance to him. Admittedly, he would not be as well adapted to being blind as someone who was born blind, but considering he had trained his other remaining senses every single day since losing his sight eight months ago, he was doing pretty well.
He didn't want Mathew, or anyone else for that matter, to hold back. He wanted them to fight at full strength, and it would be an insult to him if they fought with any less than that. While Mathew was busy working the crowd of ladies into a frenzy, Kazuya would use his tuned hearing to take note of his position and how far apart they were from each other, by the sound of Mathew's hopping up and the air movement of his arm jabbing the air a few times. From there, he took off towards him, moving at a fast but controlled speed. He wasn't going to move at full speed just yet, because one, he would just tire himself out more quickly, and two, it also would run the risk of him just running straight out of the ring, and that was not something he wanted to happen.
As soon as he was within range, he would pull his right arm like he was going to launch an uppercut, especially with Mathew's left arm up in the air, only to halt dead in his tracks and launch a swift left jab not for Mathew's chin, but for his left shoulder, to try and hit it with enough force to dislocate and crack the humorous bone, while simultaneously shifting his right arm back in front of his sternum, in case he needed to block or counter.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 8, 2013 23:24:25 GMT -8
So with the crowd getting louder it was a lot like the whole Conner situation. Mathew was already used to being barefoot and light on his feet. A habit he was forced to pick up with the nature of his Qi. And unlike Kazuya, Mathew could see, so his movements wouldn't catch him off guard. He was fast and fit, there was no denying that about Kazuya, but he was still blind.
So when Kazuya was dedicated to his fake out and real attack Mathew was twisting to avoid the blow with his left foot grounded. His right foot snapping out to try and collide into Kazuya's back with enough force to send him stumbling out of the ring and into the cheering girls.
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Post by David B. on Dec 11, 2013 10:50:41 GMT -8
The fight had just barely begun, yet these ladies couldnt contain themselves!
Some underwear would suddenly fly onto Kazuyas head, thrown from some chick in the audience! He smells perfume, but more importantly felt like a mac truck hit him in the skull! These underwear would only need to be thrown off though and Kaz would be free!
Mathew would suddenly find a woman on his back- NO! It was a naked man who dressed like a women to get inside, but now had his dangly parts on Mathews back as he wrapped his arms around the earth Dragon and proclaimed his love! He weighed two hundred pounds, making Mathews position difficult!
Stats of man: 5 all
Stats of underwear: 90 STR, DEX and CON, 1 INT, WIS and CHA
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 11, 2013 14:45:33 GMT -8
As Kazuya had completely stopped dead in his tracks, Mathew would be unable to complete his kick, as he would have no room to lift his leg up, while his jab would hit Mathew in the back of his left shoulder instead. He'd then quickly swing his body to the left to face Mathew fully and with Mathew's back facing him, would go to tackle him to the ground.
If he was successful, he'd then begin to rise back up, only to feel something land on his head... with the force of a mac truck. Instinctively rolling off of Mathew, putting some distance between the two of them and quickly scrambling to his feet, ignoring the scent of perfume and the pounding of his head, he'd reach up with both hands and try to pull the underwear off his head, before throwing it off to the side.
What kind of underwear hits with the force of a mac truck!? Steel reinforced!?
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 11, 2013 15:08:13 GMT -8
Kazuya would hear an air horn go off. Mathew's shift and rotation would go unnoticed from Kazuya's ears as he was obviousely blind swinging at air, hitting a crazed women in the jaw as she scrambled onto the ring missing Mathew completely. Not only that but Mathew's kick would hit the crazed woman as well sending her out of the ring. Kazuya would turn and charged noting that he should of hit Mathew by now. However the pair of underwear that hit Lloyd? this pair of underwear would envelop him and pull him to the ground like a sack. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 11, 2013 15:09:43 GMT -8
Who didn't love a cock rubbing against their back? The answer was of course Mathew Amtrum. But having one arm made throwing him off a little more challenging than it would normally be. Bringing his head forward before slamming it back to smash against the man's face and probably breaking his nose. If the man dropped Mathew would spin around to stomp on the man. Right in the ribs.
This guy got on the wrong side of Mathew's rage.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 11, 2013 15:43:17 GMT -8
As Kazuya had been in close proximity to Mathew, he had not been charging when he had gone for the tackle, but had simply turned his body to face him, but with the air horn going off and subsequently punching some crazed woman in the jaw, followed by underwear landing on his head, when he did not successful tackle Mathew, he stopped right where he was, and would begin to move backwards while beginning to wrestle with the underwear as it enveloped him and pulled him down like a sack.
Falling to one knee, oh now he was pissed now, and would try to tear the stupid underwear in half by shoving both his arms outwards with his full strength, determined to get it off. If that didn't work, he'd try to reach up and tear a hole through it with his bare hands, before tearing the entire thing apart.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Dec 15, 2013 13:41:37 GMT -8
The slippery oiled up man would slip off and the stomp would slide off shooting the slippery man right at Kazuya, soundlessly sliding at high speeds.
Kazuya would successfully rip up the underwear.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 15, 2013 14:07:59 GMT -8
Mathew wasn't expecting the naked man to be so greased up. Which was a shame, because Mathew wanted to grind his foot into his ribs until they turned to dust. But as the man shot off like a bottle rocket Mathew would fall back on to his ass with a grunt.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 15, 2013 18:44:48 GMT -8
Although he was pissed, his hearing was still keenly tuned for sounds of movement, so as the oiled up man came sliding towards him, Kazuya would push off his back foot and with his left fist out in front of him, would try to punch the man back towards Mathew, to try and ricochet him back into Mathew and knock him out of the ring, or at the very least, close to the edge of the ring.
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Post by David B. on Dec 15, 2013 21:29:23 GMT -8
Fight closed, Winner TBA
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