Uncalled For (open)

[Cale Rosiér]

Cale Rosiér, accomplished 155 lb. Hircine wrestler, had 2 pounds to lose by 6:00 p.m. tonight and it was lunchtime. He sat alone, head face down on the table with his arms shielding the light from his eyes. It was always about this time that he just wanted to die, sick and angry with hunger and fatigue, and this particular day was dragging on much too long. He sat there, contemplating what he would buy to wolf down after he'd weighed in.

At that same moment, a 6'0, 190 pound, 17 year student decided it was his perogative to make the day seem just a little harder for a wrestler. He cracked the back of Rosiér's head with the heel of his palm, giving him an instant headache, and quickly walked on. He was walking the line of, "Look who I'm messing with, I'm a badass." and "Ok, I'm going to leave before I actually have to deal with a problem."

Cale shot up out of his chair and stared at the kid walking away.

"Everyone look out!" he shouted. "Coolest kid in the school coming through!"

After a few people were looking and the kid was almost gone, he added, "You dick. You're pissing your pants thinking about what I'd do if you came back. Let's go! Deal with your problem!"

The kid, knowing people were watching now, rushed to gather his pride back in the cafeteria. He was big, but Cale was more than ready to take him apart. He had no idea if he had any friends that'd come out of the walls though, or if Cale had anyone that'd back him up.

After a .3 second blur that was Cale's fist, blood was shed and, speak of the devil, 4 guys came out of the walls. If he wasn't going to take off running, Rosiér either needed a real feat of heroics or for someone to give a damn about the little guy for once.

[Ari Karamzov]

OOC: For ease of narrative, would you be alright with me assuming this topic takes place chronologically before my character signs up for the Fighter's League? Also I apologize for the post's lack of quality; I'm rather tired at the moment and very unused to the fighting style I am using with Ari.

IC:

Today had been a strange day, that was really the best way Ari could describe it. His first day back in Hircine, and everything seemed totally alien to the man who used to be one of its biggest names (pun most certainly not intended). Granted, he had left at the end of his middle school terms and had thus never actually been enrolled at Hircine High school, but from what he had heard back then the high school was even worse than the middle school in terms of chaos and violence. However, it seemed very much the opposite when he had arrived, either the rumours were wrong or the past three years had seen drastic changes in his home city. Whatever had happened, Hircine High definitely did not seem like the Hircine he used to know, if one wanted to put it in a somewhat clichéd manner of speaking.


The air of rebellious contempt that was everywhere before had seemingly vanished now, almost as if something had happened to cow most of the student body into submission. Then there were those strange men in black patrolling all over the place...he'd heard them referred to as "the Watchers". He hadn't seen a single fight break out all day so far, and for some reason that quelled his desire to start one himself, at least temporarily, almost as if their resolve was just being drained away. It seemed like he had never seen most of the people in the school ever in his life, and for some odd reason not only was Tiao nowhere to be found (at least he had never seen the boy) but there were posters advertising a fight between someone called "Schanburg" and someone called "Scott" all over the damn place. Over all Ari Karamzov simply had no clue what the hell was going on, and it annoyed him to say the least.


Very off put by this "fish out of water" feeling, which was ironic seeing as he was a San Francisco native and was thus technically "in" his water, he had not yet picked up his rampage from Hircine Middle School and Southridge. Instead he had so far just been keeping his head down and trying to once again find a niche as he attempted to settle back in. Strange for him, but his instincts told him to be careful, that if he were to jump back into his old habits so quickly he would soon find himself too far over his head to recover, and he decided to trust that gut feeling; it had kept him alive back when he was little more than a street punk in the slums of this city. It was because of this that during the lunch period for today he found himself sitting alone at a table while doodling idly on a sheet of paper and occasionally uttering a mild oath in Armenian. He wasn't hungry, so he had decided not to buy any lunch; none of the available food items on the menu struck his interest anyway. It was while he was idly penciling in a sketch of the UFC Heavyweight Championship belt that he heard the yelling that he knew to mean one thing; a challenge to a fight.

True enough, when he looked up at the source of the commotion it turned out that was exactly it. For a reason that Ari had not caught, a kid that frankly looked like he had no business anywhere near a thrown punch (in Ari's opinion) was calling out another boy who, while only slightly larger, seemed to have a good deal more bulk. Perhaps he was wrong then; what he heard was the start of a massacre, not a fight. Still, he paid close attention to the events only a few tables down in anticipation of the brutal beating the charging kid would most likely administer...only to be proven entirely wrong as the fight ended in a fraction of a second with what appeared to be a blur of a single punch incapacitating the larger boy. Surprised, before Ari could truly be impressed by the smaller boy's amazing display of speed and skill he saw four more students suddenly appear and start to advance towards the winner of the "fight", clearly backup for the fallen combatant.


For some strange reason, beyond the already constant urge to fight that he had and the quick adrenaline flow from watching the fight, seeing these four people try to gang up on a person who some of them looked big enough to swallow whole really pissed Ari off enough to get involved. Above all other things, he could never stand cowards, and such a tactic struck him as rather cowardly. Besides, he was in something of a bad mood anyway. Chuckling lightly to himself as he realized just what he was throwing himself into, the leviathan stood up to his full height, taking advantage of the fact that the table he had sat at was closer to the two fighters than the four newcomers were to walk towards the smaller boy and place himself at an angle where he was in plain sight of all four and intercepting some as well.

"No," he bellowed in a low but loud tone while cracking his knuckles, "I don't think so. If none of you have the balls to fight fairly you're not gonna fight the kid at all, got me?"

The four men were understandably baffled at Ari's sudden appearance and decision to intervene, but even though they all seemed to be around 6'5 at least three of them still started to back away from him. The other stepped forward despite this, looking defiant.

"And just what business is it of yours, you dumb ox?" he said, sneering at Ari for a split second and seemingly ignorant that he had stepped in far enough that Ari could easily reach him with an adequately extended punch.

Such turns of events, of course, would prove to be a very bad mistake on the "leader"'s part. As soon as he finished his sentence Ari let out what could best be described as an enraged howl and brought his right fist around in a sweeping right hook, all of his weight behind it as legs, hips, and torso pivoted to add force to the blow. For someone of Ari's size, the punch was surprisingly fast, which caught the target off guard. At the last instant before the shot made contact, the man raised his arm to try to parry Ari's hook, but by then it was too late. With a slightly wet sound somewhere between a crack and a thud, the huge battering ram-like fist smashed full speed into the man's temple, not only knocking him out instantly but pushing him a decent way to Ari's left before he could fall.

Before the fight had been officially started the four men had fallen into a sort of diamond formation, with one in front, two on the sides, and one at the very back, due to how they had moved back at Ari's challenge. As such, it was easier to pick out a target, and none of the three had been able to really react before Ari rushed forward at the one on his right. There wasn't all that much distance between them to begin with, so he was able to quickly reach that opponent and again lash out once he was in front of the opponent and slightly to his left. Another right was sent out at this opponent, but he dodged by ducking under it and moving forward in hopes to effectively duck behind Ari. However, Ari abruptly slid his right foot back and around in a clockwise motion, bringing the rest of his body with it so that he was turning to follow the opponent, the straight having turned into an elbow. Not expecting this, the man was caught in the back of the neck and sent sprawling to the ground, probably too dazed to continue the fight at the moment.

Instead of letting it end with that, though, Ari brought his right leg up and immediately sent it crashing down towards the opponent's head, the stomp definitely taking the man out of the fight judging from the cry of pain, obvious unconsciousness and bleeding from the slightly split open scalp. Earlier on the other two had charged towards the boy Ari was helping and engaged him rather than take their chances with the giant, and Ari would see this as he looked up from his second knockout of the day. His urge to fight somewhat sated now, he would move quickly but more casually to where the kid and the two opponents were fighting, but would only intervene if it appeared that the kid needed his help.

[Cale Rosiér]

OOC: No problem, sounds good. I'm exhausted too, running on very little sleep.

"Now THIS is something I'm into. A fair fight. Hahaha, nevermind. I mean, look at this guy."

After the brutal dispatchment of the other monkeys by some monster with calamitous intent, Cale began to whip himself into rare form. He took a tiny hop into the air and snapped his right foot into the student leading the charge against him. It only knocked him into a table, hitting his chest, but it gave him the time to shoot a double-leg takedown on the other offender and freight train him out the door of the cafeteria. He came back and stood by the mountain of a man, knowing no one would dare continue fighting them, and said, "Some guys might be coming for us. Best to confess and submit, they go a little easier." He grinned. "Thanks, by the way. Some quality fighting there, I appreciate the help. You ever think about wrestling? The guys in your weight class fight in slow motion compared to you."