Sans Referee, how hard can it be? (open, spar?)

[Cale Rosiér]

Cale lifted weights, he jogged a lot, but most conventional exercise left him untested. He had a lot of custom workouts to hone his technique as a wrestler, enhancing grip strength, quickness, and form. He was running the track with hand grips, holding his arms over his head and occasionally firing shadow takedowns on an invisible opponent. Still, practice today had not sufficed to challenge him. He could take anyone in this school to the ground, he was confident, but only under the rules of folkstyle wrestling. He needed to be pulled out of his comfort zone to really push his limits.

Rosiér rarely fought legitimate street fights, but lost them almost as uncommonly as they occured. He was a tough opponent, and he was looking to find someone with the same desire to develop their abilities.

He lingered by the martial arts ring, still doing some individualized drilling, but watching for someone brave.

[yuri]

(As I walked around through the school my first fight of my first day here began to wear off. The adrenaline buzz that I craved in those type of fights just wasn't their as much. It might of been because they were not a challenge at all. Just a bunch of punks who thought they could dance with the big dogs. I guess that was the main reason i found myself walking around in the gym. I was looking for a real challenge, someone who can hit back....someone who can give me the adrenaline rush I sought.

As i walked around i noticed that one person stood out from the rest. While everyone else was either training or talking to friends, he stood there alone by the martial arts ring. Perfect, now it would be my chance. Walking up to the martial arts ring I got into it. Taking off my jacket I turned around and faced the young man who was standing there. Saying nothing I brought my hands up in front of my face and waited...waited for him to step up to the challenge I proposed. As I waited I noticed people began to gather around the ring. Stupid mindless drones of men who wanted to see a fight and would get what they sought, just like I would get what i sought.)

[Cale Rosiér]

Rosiér stared at the boy from the outside of the ring and let out a sharp laugh at his audacity, not a mocking laugh, but simply amusement at his personal character. The wrestler stepped in, standing casually to convey that the fight had not started just yet, and said, "Avoid the eyes and groin, yeah? Usually a good idea."

Cale then began to get into the mindset necessary to concentrate. He looked past the kid's personality and colored hair and saw only weaknesses to be exploited, his mind seeing nothing but his next decision. His knees were bent, his feet were staggered, and his hands were open and ready to fly. Advancing, he thought, "I might not have to wreck his face. Yeah, I don't think I'll wreck his face. I'm going to subdue him, make it a true spar instead of some fight on the street with no rules and no class. I won't go easy, but I won't wreck this poor kid's face."

"Alright...let's go..." he muttered, too quietly to be talking to anyone but himself.

[yuri]

(Saying nothing to his words I merely nodded my head very slightly. After that was done I looked him up and down to see his strengths and weaknesses, the obvious ones. Taking a deep breath I began to shuffle forward still in a traditional boxing stance. As I neared him and got withen striking distance, I shot my left hand out in a jab for his face, it wasn't mean for damage but for speed. Instantly the jab would snap back to its gaurd, only to shoot out again, this time however my hand would be open palm facing him and would stop a mere inches from his face.

My hand was meant to block his vision and to divert his attention from the real attack. The real attack was my right forearm/elbow which would be coming in aimed for the left side of his face. I was traditionaly a Muay Thai fighter and in that sense I would show him how devestating elbows and knees could be)

[Cale Rosiér]

OOC: Sorry for the modifying. I just realized after my response that I had basically ignored your real intent with your right elbow. It was a cool idea for a move with the eye-blocking (something that I used to experiment in folk-style wrestling) and I felt I should acknowledge all the stuff you choose to do. So sorry, no more modifying!

Oblivious to his real strength and strategy working against him, Cale lowered his head into the jab and palm, suffering the blow to the top of his head so it would hardly damage him at all. It was a wrestling trick, and occasionally served only to hamper his vision in street fights or traditional spars. His old sensei at one of the judo studios he used to work at would always reprimand him harshly for this habit, but it was nearly instinctual and tough to quit. Though he'd adapted it to operate in only the blink of an eye, it was still a big enough flaw to exploit. In this particular instance, his head had bobbed up just in time to notice and avoid the elbow aimed for his face. The hit would have doubtlessly been devastating. A tiny pearl of anxiety began to form deep in Cale's guts upon witnessing his opponent's obvious speed and advanced technique.

Yet Rosiér had been hoping he wouldn't have to throw the first fist and his prayers were answered. In response, he countered unflinchingly by sweeping to the right and scooping up the boy's left leg. It was his strongest and fastest move on or off the mat, and he quickly proceeded to cup the young scrapper's knee between his own right arm and his body. He could topple him over in a second or two, but while he set it up, he only had to trust that he could sustain or evade the close range attacks that would be attempted. If this kid's proficiency with elbow-based attacks was as developed as he led on, Rosiér might have a bit of a situation on his hands. Full fledge punching or kicking was impossible, but certain strikers had certainly found ways to fit a few devestating hits in between the links of his fluid chain of attacks.

[yuri]

ooc: no problem lol this is quite confusing so if you don't get it or anything just PM me so i can explain or change it

(As my elbow barely missed the intended target a shrill of adrenaline shot through my body and a smile broke out on my face. As he would start to sweep to my left I would use the momentum of my missed attack to my advantage. continuing the elbow I would pivot my left leg back behind my then to my left fluidly in one motion. This would cause his grab to miss completely if he still went for it. My body positioning at this time would be my back to him due to the leg pivot. I would then end my counter by continuing the pivot so that the back of my left shoulder would be close to the side of his left shoulder.

I would then end the counter by shooting my left elbow out backwards using the pointed end of my elbow to shoot for the left side of his face, while still using the momentum of my spin to add speed and force to the blow)

[Cale Rosiér]

ooc: I can visualize it.

By the time Cale had finished trying to follow his prey with his eyes, an elbow jumped into his peripheral vision with such abruptness that he had too little time to react. He had been waiting for a time to shoot another takedown, but wasn't sure when or how. His challenger's choice of footwork was so unorthodox that, although a but clunky, it threw him completely off guard. The sound, the feeling of one's own head being rattled...it was like nauseousness, Rosiér was never quite prepared for the sensation.

The elbow connected, knocking into his cheek-bone so hard that it felt broken. Cale rolled with the attack heavily. Though very little momentum of the actual hit was defrayed, he was mainly throwing himself to the other side of the ring to evaluate what had happened and what to do next. Meanwhile, every time he grimaced in concentration, a shooting pain went through his face. You never realize how much you squint your eyes until you get clocked in the face like that.

Oddly, Cale put his hand on his cheek and took a few normal, straight postured steps to circle the offender from far away. He was merely collecting his thoughts and calming himself down. Like a sudden and unexpected blast of wind, he donned a more conventional stance and threw himself at his opponent. Taking a few false steps before his assault, his eyes widening to focus more clearly, he launch a series of side-thrust (aimed for the torso) and front snap kicks (destined for the head). His left foot first shoot out a side-thrust, then his stance would turn from being sideways to his opponent to looking straight ahead at them where he could use a snap kick before hopping onto his other foot for a similar combo. He was really trying to land a solid hit, but if nothing else, at least he might get himto make a desperate and exploitable maneuver to escape the badgering that was happening.

While he waited, he focused again on the kid's feet. He would pretend to alternate and appear heavily invested in sweeping to the left, but speedily commit back to the right side.

An old wrestling trick: Don't give up on a move after one try. It's not the technique's fault you couldn't execute it and it's not that the opponent is too good to be snagged by it, it's only that you haven't set it up correctly yet.

Rosiér heard his uncle's voice repeating those words and smiled on the inside. He had worked too hard in his lifetime becoming a warrior, a genuine fighter, and wouldn't give in without giving his all.

[yuri]

(As my elbow connected with his cheek bone I could hear the murmurs of the crowd around the ring. Take a quick look around I smiled. It was just so easy to turn man back to their primal forms, just throw a fight in front of them and all they car about is blood shed. Standing stock still with my hands by my sides I watched him as he circled from the outside. Then suddenly rushed in. Instantly my hands snapped back up into my gaurd position and my legs widened bending my knees. As the first side thrust kick would come for my torso I would simply pivot my left leg behind me, thiks would cause the knee to pass right in front of my chest. Then as the snap kick came in for my head, which would now be aimed for my face since i was facing the shin now, I would bring both of my hands up in front of me and take the kicks blow off my forearms.

Then as he switched feet His snap kick managed to hit me on the left side of the head. it was more of a glancing blow but it still hurt. I figured this would be my chance to try something. seeing him finally shoot in for a take down I dropped my hands so that when he came in the would pass in front of his shoulders underhooking him. I would then sprawl my legs back so he couldn't reach them. After doing the I would send a hard right knee up for his head which would probably still be pretty low since he ahd just gone for the take down)

[Cale Rosiér]

The knee hit his forehead hard, jolting his neck backwards like a bad car accident. He was out of it now, reeling a bit, but when the gathering had finished their cheers and "Game over!" type of talk, there was a hush. Somehow, without missing a beat, Cale had grabbed the leg that hit him to steady himself, at first. But he began to use it to finish his takedown! In one swift movement, he was standing inches away, almost chest to chest, and took a step past his challenger's other leg. He toppled him over and landed heavily onto the white-haired boy. He could feel him compress as the wind was knocked out of him, and the fight had taken to the ground (meaning, advantage: Rosiér) but his head was throbbing and his vision was a little blurry. He needed to scramble to either beat the kid bloody or wrap him up until he can't move. He also needed to do it fast, because he was getting foggy. He hadn't hoped to get hit at all, nor hit this kid, but he was getting knocked around like a rag doll. What fight Cale had left in him would be mercilessly unleashed on this kid.

[yuri]

(As my leg that hit his knee was grabbed with the other students arms I smiled devilishly. Since his hands were now down holding onto my leg his face was exposed and open to take a hit. Using my right arm again I would snap my upper body to my left bringing in a hard right elbow/forearm aimed for just under the left side of his eye. After the hit would either land or be dodged or blocked somehow I would hit the ground on my back hard with cale on top of me. Exhaling hard I could feel the wind being crushed out of my lungs from the initial drop. As Soon as we hit the ground I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked him into my full guard.

I may had been winded and hurt, but I was no stranger to the ground game of fighting. I knew what needed to be donw. From here while he would be in my gaurd I would keep my hands in front of my face and my elbows tucked into my ribs to take the damage of most blows that could be thrown.)

[Cale Rosiér]

Cale's face was well protected, looking straight down now that he could feel the rest of the fight rather than watching it, but he would have to sustain yet another blow to the head. He couldn't feel them anymore, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he could take no more. His small stature would be his saving grace in this instance, however. He squirmed forward, trying to be chest to chest with his opponent and start scaling towards his head. He had taken enough punishment to be completely enraged, and was well beyond saving any iota of violence for another day. He scrambled towards his face and make a quick decision, as the boy's guard seemed to be up. He reached his hands up and grabbed both of the boy's wrists and held them a moment while he wriggled the rest of the way out of the kid's strong leg lock. It was tough to hold him and tough to hold his arms apart, but he had time for one good move. He brought his forehead down right into the kid's nose before he lost his grip and then let go. He settled to be chest to chest and start getting a hold on his neck. The final moments of the fight were winding down.

[yuri]

(As the kid grabbed both of my wrists with his hands and began to force them apart I watched him with my cold calculating eyes. There wasn't much a fighter could do to inflict damage from this point since he had both his hands on my wrists, at least that was what i thought before I saw his head coming straight down for my nose.

Instantly I jucked my chin down into my chest as far as i could. This would cause his headbutt to miss my nose and hit just above it between the eyes. As the headbutt connected my vision swam for a couple of seconds. It may not have been the shot that broke my nose, but it still hurt immensly.

As he settled down chest to chest, I instantly brought my legs back up around his waist in full gaurd, instead of just waiting there this time htough, I would quickly shoot them up. My left leg would pass in front of his right arm causing the bottom of my knee to be resting on his right shoulder. At the same time I would lock my left foot in under the bottom of my right leg.

This would cause his right arm to be out of the picture since he wouldn't be able to reach anything. and I had him in a triangle choke this way. Reaching up I would pull his head down right after throwing a hard left elbow for the right side of his unprotected face. If all went well this fight would be over in a matter of minutes, if not then it would be interesting to see how he would block my triangle)

[Cale Rosiér]

To someone with years and years of wrestling experience, an elbow from the ground is just a way of making someone mad, not a legitimate attack. It bounced off of Cale's head, only serving to make him mad. Still, this fight was getting ugly, something he wasn't used to. He scooted back over his haunches, the leg lock squeezing hard on his torso. Then, he simply stood up and used gravity to shuck the lower half of his opponent from his body. His rival was a serious fighter, but did not know nearly as much about holds and grappling. Cale didn't mean to make him look like a clown, but accidentally did. The tall champion who had been roughing him up pretty bad looked in poor form as he held on until he was almost upside down before quickly getting to his feet to see what was next. The little brawler had lost the drive to go on, however. He felt tired and bruised and generally upset with himself for letting the battle get out of hand like it did. He hadn't hoped to get knocked around so damn bad. He took a casual quarter circle around the other competitor in the ring, hands at his sides, and said, "What say we call it a draw? I'm beat, and I think we've both pushed ourselves pretty hard. I can't take too many more hits to the noggin and I can't beat you without getting really nasty. Let's just agree it was a good spar and cut our losses, hombre."

There was no detectable hint of sarcasm or patronizing tone in his voice, it seemed like an honest proposal.

[yuri]

(As the other student got out of my gaurd and stood up, I quickly jumped to my feet and got back in my fighting stance. Then he did something unexpected

"What say we call it a draw? I'm beat, and I think we've both pushed ourselves pretty hard. I can't take too many more hits to the noggin and I can't beat you without getting really nasty. Let's just agree it was a good spar and cut our losses, hombre."

Hearing those words a small grimace could be seen across my face. After the fight was just getting good, he wanted to call it a draw. Hearing the people outside the ring talk amongst themselfs, I could hear how dissapointed they were.)

"what a buzz kill"

(I said as the adrenaline that was pulsing through my body began to go away, I could now feel everything again, the dull pain in the elft side of my head, and the pain in my forearms from the blocked kick. It was like a drug, the adrenaline was the best feeling in the world.)

"I suppose we could call it a draw....for now"

[Cale Rosiér]

"Yeah, that's really sporting of you. I wasn't here to lose brain cells, you know, just to gain a little experience and have a workout. We've done that and more. We don't even know each other, so there's no reason to fight until one of us passes out or loses a couple teeth."

Rosiér smiled, breathing heavily, and dispersed the crowd with a loud, "What's the matter with you little dicks? You watch too many damn movies, that's your problem. We're legitimate fighters, not kids on a damn playground. We have nothing to prove to you lowlifes."

With that, he took off his shoes and tied the laces together before throwing them over his shoulder, dissappearing into the locker room. He took only a brief moment to gesture to the boy who was now getting out of the ring, a relatively friendly gesture that said, "I guess I'll probably see you around."

[yuri]

(Listening to his words I said nothing, thena s he began to exit the ring I turned and started to climg out from the ring as well.

Turning as i heard his last words i smiled slightly)

"oh i'm sure you will, maybe then we can continue our little spar, but maybe just maybe we can make it a lot more fun"

(I said as I continued to smile, reaching into my pocket I pulled out a pack of smokes and inserted one between my lips. Starting to head for the door i lit the cigarette. Waving my hand over my head to the other student I exited the gym)

ooc: short i know