Underground

[Zade]

Trying to up Zade's stats. Friendly spar, please?

Underground. Yeah, that was where our brown-haired friend was today. Underground. And where, to be precise? Simple. It was an underground fight club. Thing was, why would a 'peaceful' and friendly boy be doing here? That was another question with a simple answer. To become a better fighter, of course. Why? Another simple answer. If Zade was going to be there for Aurora, he needed to be able to protect her, unlike before, when he had been barely able to save her from two thugs. This time, he was going to be stronger. For her.

Now, where was this fight club located? Well, at the edge of the city was a rather small building, but do not judge the building for its size, for underneath it was an old abandoned carpark that had now been turned into a fighting arena. And Zade was able to get this information from two large men that he had walked past the day before. It was time to brush up on his skills, eh?

Having passed the bouncers above that guarded the door that led down to the carpark, Zade now found himself in a rather large crowd that surrounded around a ring the size of a normal wrestling ring. The only difference was that it wasn't bordered by ropes. Instead, it was bordered by a tall black fence. And recently, two fighters just left the ring with bloodied faces. A man in a black suit then came up to the middle of the ring, entertaining the crowd with witty quirks about the fight and then called for more fighters up to the ring.

Taking this opportunity, Zade pushed through the noisy crowd, reaching the staircase that led up to a small gate which allowed one to enter and leave the ring. Walking through the open gate, he gave the commentator, the man in the suit, his name, before walking to the opposite end of the ring, drawing up load roars and applause from the crowd, which Zade simply ignored.

Wearing a black shirt with a blue hoodie and completed with a pair of blue jeans, Zade was ready for anything. He started hopping on the spot first, his pink-laced black shoes making soft squeeks on the ground as the commentator called for his opponent. The junior lifted up both of his hands, clenching them as he kept his eye on the open gate, waiting for his opponent.

"Come on."

[Travis Delmonte]

A small yawn and then Travis would act. He had found this place long ago, before he had went to Japan. And he was quite surprised that it was still around. He use to come here at least once a week and watch some of the fights. And tonight would be the first time he would ever actually step into the ring with another person. As he moved those steel-toed boots clicked and Travis brought himself into the ring.

Same style of worn jeans he always wore, a clack tank top underneath his orange and black vest. fingerless gloves encased his hands, but they would do no good at adding damage, or taking it away from his opponent. With a wink to the commentator, Travis moved closer to the center of the wrestling ring and glared defiantly toward a slightly familiar boy. He had seen him somewhere before.. He was sure of it.. Probably before he left. Oh well, at this time that didn't matter. He was preparing himself for a fight.

"I've been waiting all night for this.. Lets have some fun!"

A large grin would spread upon Travis' face after he shouted that. Both hands would close into fists and he would slam those fists together before taking on a lazy kick-boxing stance. Left leg pushed forward slightly and bent, right leg bent as well behind it. Both hands lifted in front of his chest, those vivid blue eyes glaring toward his new punching bag.

[Zade]

Zade watched as his opponent came up on stage as he finished hopping, his hands clenched and ready to strike. And then, the moment he saw the person, he suddenly felt that he was familiar. Where had he seen him before? And then, he heard his voice. That confirmed it, Zade had met him before. But where? That orange hair, that familiar fashion style and that familiar voice. Where?... And then, he suddenly thought of the beach. The beach? That was unusual. Why'd he start thinking of the beach sudde-... Travis? Zade's eye widened as he gave his opponent one more look. Yeah, he did look a lot like him.

"Travis? Is that you?"

[OOC: Short post. Sorry. It's kinda late here and I'm kinda sleepy. >.<]

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis? Is that you?

So it was true that Travis had known this boy at one point in his life. Still he did not know this boys name, or where he had met him. His memory could be so horrible at times. On top of that, this moment was all about fighting. He wasn't even trying to think of anything else. But he would reply to the the boy's question before he attempted to strike out in any way.

"Bingo.. So you know my name.. Want a cookie?"

Travis wouldn't wait for an answer right now. He would dash forward and clear the distance between the two fighters relatively quickly. His final step would be hard on his left foot while he leaned forward and threw a quick, hard uppercut with his left arm, aimed to slam and twist into the boy's gut. Those vivid blue orbs snapped open and stayed that was as he planned on making sure he watched this boy's movements to the best of his ability.

If the uppercut landed as he wished, his right arm would strike out at an awkward angle, from over the top, downward, much like a powerful hook. The awkward positioning of the punch was meant to throw his opponent off a bit. He hoped both would land, but he knew that fights usually didn't go as someone hoped. He would probably have to counter or dodge before he'd actually land a solid blow. That was unless his little charge caught this boy off-guard. After all, it had all been pulled off in just under 2 seconds.

[Zade]

Zade was about to answer when he saw a sudden movement in Travis' body and knew what was going to happen. Focusing on his opponent once more, he quickly shifted his left foot in front and tried lifting up his arms, but knew that it would be too late. He needed to react fast if he was going to survive this attack, and then formed a risky plan in his head. Seeing him reel back the fist in an intense speed, Zade sent his body moving without a secound thought as he lifted his left toes, keeping his left heel on the ground as he jumped off with his right foot, lifting it up in the air and perpendicular to the ground. He spun on his left heel, throwing a roundhouse kick at Travis as he came into distance. After all, Zade's leg would be longer than Travis' arm, and hopefully, this would stop his attack from ever touching Zade.

Zade seemed to be unlucky today, having gotten a difficult opponent to fight with. But heck, who cared? Easy or not, Zade was definitely going to give it his all. Maybe Travis was going to kick his ass all over the ring, but Zade was going to make sure, that he was not going to let Travis do that so easily.

[Travis Delmonte]

As Travis' neared, Zade would react. Now would be Travis' own chance to counter. And as the boy's leg shot toward the side of Travis' head, he made sure to position himself just right. As he moved Travis' would tilt his body away from the blow and instead of bringing that uppercut into the boy's gut the way he had originally intended to do, he would bring it up sharply and hope to land it upon the boy's kicking leg from underneath. If landed, his uppercut would most likely lift that leg even farther, and the boy would probably begin to fall.

With this reasoning at hand, Travis' would have sent a huge, low flying uppercut with his right hand. If the boy didn't fall, he would aim to just raise it sharply and bury the blow in the boy's gut once again. If the boy flew, the low uppercut had been sent so that it would still connect with the boy's body as he fell. All the while he pulled this off, a smirk would be laced upon his face. He hadn't fought in quite some time, at least with someone that might stand a little bit of a chance. It was exciting!

[Zade]

The next thing the junior knew, he was being thrown upwards. Losing whatever was left of his balance, he fell backwards, his right hand grabbing at his leg, the limb feeling as if it just had a hammer smashing down on it. Thing was, he was falling backwards and going to land on his upper back first. Zade looked up, then saw Travis' fist coming at him. Not letting to obviously stronger person get an easy strike, he shot off with his left hand and grabbed the fist, but was too late in applying an pressure to stop the attack, Travis' fist hitting his stomach squarely and pushing him down onto the ground, his grip on his wrist releasing. Landing on his upper back, he skidded back a few feet.

Taking a deep breathe as he tried to ease the pain in his torso, he quickly got up as he bent his feet over his chest, before shooting them upwards into the air, pulling his whole body upwards. Landing on his feet, Zade pulled his upper body forward to prevent himself from falling backwards. And then, in that awkward position, Zade immediately dashed forward at Travis. It was not really a long distance between them, so whatever Zade was going to do next came rather quickly. Leaping off with his left leg, he turned his body to the right, both of his arms over his torso, just in case. Then, when he was close enough, he jerked his body to the side, bringing his right leg around and sending a roundhouse kick at Travis' head.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis' two strike combo had landed just as he wished. He would watch as his opponent landed and skidded away. It all brought a smirk to his face as he straightened his body up and glared toward his opponent. He would watch as the boy catapulted himself onto his feet and then ran toward him. Such a straight forward attack was something that Travis expected so far. This boy hadn't tried anything sneaky, so he had a feeling, at least for now that the boy wasn't extremely adept at fighting. He could be so wrong though.

Zade had jumped into the air. Thus dooming himself in a way. As it was hard to control ones self while they were completely in the air. Though the distance between the two fighters wasn't great, it would still give him time to react. Dashing, he would crouch low and pivot on his left leg, allowing his right to slide against the ground. He would let that boy's round-house kick pass over his head, and at that moment Travis would have stood up, his arm curled and pulled. He would be on the right side of Zade. That right arm of his would be sent like a hammer aimed to slam against Zade's chest and close-line him.

[Zade]

His eyes widening as once more, his attack plan was foiled by the evidently more skilled fighter. Landing on the ground, he found himself being lifted off his feet once more as Travis clothes lined him, throwing him off the ground as he found himself flying backwards, an aching sensation filling his chest. But this gave him a good opportunity to send a good attack. Pulling his right arm towards his left, he threw it aside, sending his right elbow at the side of Travis' head. This attack would hopefully be enough to conpensate for all those attacks that Travis had sent the brown-haired junior.

[Travis Delmonte]

The close line would land just as Travis wished. But the boy he was fighting would be resourceful enough to throw at good attack his way. The elbow would connect squarely against Travis' head and Travis' would release a grunt from his lips. At the same time though, he would brace the pain, and allow his body to move and roll with the blow. He would spin so his left side whipped around and Travis' back faced the boy was he was on the ground. That left elbow would form and Travis would fall toward him. Much like a pro-wrestler with his elbow drop.