Felix vs. Brad Kavanagh

[Dain Gavyns]

Hope Dain's gym isn't getting boring, cuz your back here again. Ever seen the movie "Fight Club"? If not, go rent it before you start, cuz it feels just like that here. The mat's been pulled up. The crowd's tight around you, just ready to see some bloodshed. Oh, and lighting? Dain's got it rigged up, the only light on is from a single, swinging bulb on a wire, right above where you're gonna fight. The crowd's pretty pliable, if you get knocked into 'em, they're gonna move out of your way, the fight can go all over the main floor of the gym, hell, take it outside if you want. Be warned, though, it's pretty late, and the streetlights aren't so great 'round here. Pretty much, if you wanna see, stick to the middle.

Oh, and don't break the light.

[Felix]

Felix walked into the gym again, though this time the steel cages were gone. 'Thank the heavens for that one. I don't know if I'd be as aggressive in a fight like that again.' His knee gave an involuntary twinge and Felix rubbed it gently. The crowd was swarming around, forming the ring, so to speak.

"Just what I need, another wall of bodies." It didn't unnerve him, it was just hard to tell which people would flee or stand their ground if body was tossed there way. Just like his fight with Martin, though he never got him to the crowd.

He didn't know his opponent in this match. That, coupled with the ring, and one wrong move could spell disaster from the beginning. Felix shrugged his coat off on the furthest wall from the mass of bodies, revealing himself to be wearing his boots, khakis and a tight black sleeveless shirt. He walked threw the press of bodies and now no one dared to stand in his way. As soon as the crowd saw him, they parted. It was probably to do with the last match, he had been quite the reckless fighter, earning him even more recognition for it.

He stood just three feet out from the light, hanging dangerously over the floor. He stretched his arms and his legs, feeling no resistance in his joints or muscles. 'Time for this to begin already.'

[Brad Kavanagh]

Brad sighed softly, rubbing at a sore spot across his neck. Jesus. That Ari guy did a huge number on me... The boy grumbled, feeling one of the joints in his right leg crack loudly. He could have guessed ahead of time that he would have been no match for a man twice his size, but Brad (showing the stubbornness of a child) stood his ground and manned up. Of course he lost the fight, but it wasn't like he lost by a huge margin. In fact, it practically came down to the wire. Brad was also very lucky to have gotten out of the situation with all of his bones intact.

Now... he really had no clue who he was going up against this time. In all honesty, he had almost forgotten that there was a fight today to begin with. He had to sneak out of his house just to make it to the gym, and hopefully it wasn't going to turnout to be something of a disappointment. That would suck if it all turned out to be very disappointing. Things were certainly beginning to look up, once he got to the gym and felt like he was walking into a scene straight out of Fight Club.

"This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time." Brad repeated to himself, chuckling. Hmm... maybe this isn't going to be as much of a drag as I thought it was.

It wasn't in Brad's character to judge a book by it's cover, and this was certainly the case when Brad finally made it onto the mat. The man at the other side of the ring had about the same hair as himself, although Brad never brushed it downwards and to the side as his opponent did. He looked built up, not Ari musclebound but respectable enough. Hell, it probably made what Brad had look weak and lithe. He shifted a little bit, obviously uncomfortable. His opponent didn't LOOK that insane, but he still appeared as though he could break an arm if he really wanted to. Maybe this was a good time for him to throw in the towel.

Instead, Brad showed some balls and flashed his opponent a cocky grin. "Name's Brad. Brad Kavanagh. Looks like we're going to fight one another, if that wasn't obvious enough."

[Felix]

(sry for the late reply)

Looking over his opponent it was like looking in a mirror, except for all the obvious points. He was just two inches shorter and Felix guess about forty to fifty pounds lighter. With all the similiarities Felix knew that they'd have the same reach in both kicks and punches.

'This could be kind of interesting, seeing as I know his potential range.' He nodded and replied, "Felix." He set up in his best boxers stance. He'd keep it to throws at first, opening up with a wide range of attacks later. "I'm not one for words," he wanted to add in a sorry, but it wasn't worth it.

He darted in close and threw a short right jab, followed up by a quick right hook and then a cross from his left. All three were aimed for his opponents head and he kept on his toes. He didn't know what his opponent had in his arsenal so he wanted to be able to jump out of range if it became neccessary to do so.

[Brad Kavanagh]

The name who called himself Felix went in for an attack, and unlike last time Brad was prepared. Somehow the other boy looked like someone who would attack first and ask questions later, but from the way he moved caught Brad a little off guard. He kept his ground though and tried to dodge the next attack. Then again, he wasn't expecting his opponent to throw three different jabs at him at one time, but Brad still tried to make due with what little planning time he had.

The first attack was a short jab, and it was simple enough. He ducked his head to his right, missing it by an inch. The hook was much harder to predict, but Brad somehow managed to block it rather than dodge it completely. He shielded his face with his left arm and took the blunt of the damage. Brad winced slightly at the shock from the blow but he'd manage. The biggest problem he faced was the cross, which took Brad by complete surprise. It connected with his right cheek, a burning pain coursing through it as Brad reeled his head backwards due to shock.

This was going to work in his favor though. As he was reaching back, Brad clasped both of his hands down across Felix's outstretched arm. What Brad was about to do was a somewhat foolish move, but he wanted to take the fight to the floor as quickly as possible. So once his hands reached the arm, Brad used all of his weight to try to send his opponent forward on the mat. Just to make sure he wasn't left open (if his attack somehow missed), Brad flung his right leg out, aimed right for Felix's left ankle. If everything turned out rotten, at least he had a chance at some extra damage.

Brad would have noticed that he was acting like some sort of macho asshole who was acting like the fight was already his, but he was more focused on the fight than how he was acting.

[Felix]

(sry lots of stuff, birthday, dental appointments back to back...etc....also let me know if this needs clarification)

Felix felt the satisfying connection with the cross and knew that it was going to have to be done slow and steady, slowing beating down Brad. He was about to pull back completely and deliver a swift straight kick to Brad's gut when he realized his left arm was firmly held onto.

It was seconds later that he felt himself being pulled by his left arm, in a downward motion. Felix wasn't so naive as to let himself be floored just yet. He hadn't even exerted himself in a way that would tire him out, so as he allowed Brad to pull him down he twisted his left arm just enough to be able to grab onto one of Brad's own. Finally planting his right arm in a way so that it collapsed as his body came down, cushioning the fall.

He wouldn't remain on his stomach for long, immediately twist his body towards Brad, his left arm now at a better angle to grasp as hard as possible. With Brads leg outstretched, his balance was off, and so all Felix had to do was pull. With Brads body position and himself grounded, it was easy to have pulled Brad down along with him, though that wasn't Felix's intent. When Brad was just over him, he aimed a knee straight for Brads gut. Striking while Brad was mid air wasn't going to do much damage, but that with the fall if Brad didn't brace himself in some way would wind him just a bit. Enough for Felix to stand back up and resume a standard boxing stance.

[Brad Kavanagh]

(I hate leaving placeholders, but I don't want anyone thinking that I'm not going to post.... but I just noticed that Felix posted, and I really have to go somewhere and can't write something decent. When I come back in a hour or two, I'll type this up so we can keep the action moving.

[Nathan Branigan]

Not really enough information yet for me two draw from and you both succeeded in your moves to some degree. I'll have to call this one a draw.