Brad vs. Nobu

[Director Troutman]

Standard tournament fodder, you're fighting in the same location as Dain would normally host the Fighters League, but with a few small changes...

• The 'ring' is an octagon, similar to UFC standards, with canvas matting on the ground to cover the stone. No padding or anything, the perimeter is an eight-foot high close-knit mesh, so no climbing the cage walls.
  
• There is room for spectators, so it's not exactly going to be quiet in here. Bear that in mind.
  
• Fights are ended by submission or knockout, otherwise it goes to the judges after the week is up.
  
• The entire tournament is taking place in a single evening, so no opportunities to rest up. If you're injured, you'd be best to bear in mind you're not going to be 'fine' for the next fight. Also, unless you win VERY quickly, those who progress to the semi's are going to be at least a little tired.
  
• Competitors will be wearing their own clothing, but restrictions mean no weapons (obviously), and nothing that could be considered 'protective' clothing, so no steel-toed boots or whatnot.
  

Fight hard!

[Brad Kavanagh]

(Thank you, Mr. Admin. I've let this sit here long enough, so let's get this going. Might be a little short, but I'm pressed for time.)

Two matches.

One loss, one tie.

That's a very horrible record. Brad wished it wasn't like this. He really had no technique to his fighting style, but he was fairly eager. Maybe more so than most of the competitors in the tournament, but eagerness would only get him so far. Being ready for the fight was all well and good, but that didn't mean the match was in the bag. Brad knew this more than anything else.

It was strange to be sitting in an octagon after the last two fights he had been in. The noise level was surprisingly the same, and it gave him a massive headache just thinking about it. A lot of things gave him migranes, but this was a complete mess. Brad let out a very loud sigh in frustration. He was here to fight, obviously, but he had been sitting in the octagon for about ten minutes without anything else happening. Hell, he had no idea who his opponent was going to be, so he had no idea what to expect.

"Come on," he found himself saying under his breath. "Don't keep me waiting here all day."

[Zack Richardson]

'You said you would fill in if someone dropped out of the tournament, I'm calling you on that. You will be fighting someone called Brad Kavanagh, about 175-180lbs and roughly 6'1-2 in height. You know where to be, get here soon.'

Zack dropped his phone on his bed after reading the text that we was sent. Zack quickly got changed into some better fighting clothes, picked up his phone a sent a text back 'I will be there in 10.'

Zack stepped into the ring on the opposite side of Brad, nodding at his the crowd went quiet for a few seconds giving him enough time to talk "The names Zack, you must be Brad, your opponent flaked out so I'm here, since you have been here the longest i will let you begin." Zack did a few quick stretches before cracking his knuckles and neck. Raising his guard Zack began bouncing on his toes awaiting Brad's first move.

"Lets see what ya got"

(Guard = Simple left leg/arm forward, left fist about eye level roughly 30cm from his face, right arm/leg behind him right fist resting on his right temple.)

[Brad Kavanagh]

Brad couldn't help but to smirk. He fought the temptation to laugh, mainly because laughing out loud didn't quite fit the mood at all. Heh... I've been waiting here for about fifteen minutes, and my opponent f'in dropped out. Now they give me some guy that I've never even heard of as a replacement Why do I get the feeling that all of this is going to be much easier than I thought it was? I mean, I can't assume that this guy is going to be easy to take down but... hell, he IS a replacement fighter.

Brad sighed instead, then replied. "So my opponent dropped out? Does this mean I go on ahead after the fight with you, or are you just here just to..." he shook his head, stopping himself mid-question. "What the hell am I thinking? You're here to win. It's as plain as day. Problem is, I'm not just going to let you come in here and take it. I'm not going to lose as easily as most of the new guys are in this tournament. I'm not going down without a fight. Hate to disappoint you, but that's just the way it is."

He was just stalling for time now, but he took the time that he had to study Zack. Bouncing up and down like a basketball... his balance must be off. Maybe I can attack him there.

Giving Zack almost no time to react, Brad charged directly towards the dirty blonde, in a fashion of that of a football player ready to make a tackle. While this movement was an elaborate trick to get his opponent to move out of the way, the next part of his move was the real move. Despite whether or not Zack was fast enough to move out of the way quickly enough, Brad would attempt to grab the boy's head. If either (or both) of his hands actually connected with his opponent, he would have full control over the match and send Zack into a sleeper hold. If Brad were to miss, then his defense would be heightened enough so that he could block just about anything that was sent his way.

It ain't the best move I've got... but it's the only thing I can think of. Brad yet out a loud war cry as he extended his right arm outward to try to get a hold on the boy's neck.

[Zack Richardson]

Zack kept his eyes on Brad while he was talking incase he was using the talking as a distraction and as Zack thought, almost immediatly after the speaking had stopped Brad charged. Zack was deffinatelly the quickest fighter in this match but with Brads height advantage he was probably the strongest fighter.

The thing about bouncing around is that it makes it easier to just apply a little more force to jump clean out the way of someone. Brad came close but Zack had already hopped to the left and circled around Brad making his lunge with his right arm useless. Brad would still have his right arm extended when Zack sent a swift, yet powerful roundhouse kick to Brad's right ribs before quickly napping his leg back. Zack would deffinately use his speed to his advantage in this match.

If the hit winded Brad the Zack would try a quick sweep kick with his left (forward) leg. If the move mearly annoyed Brad then Zack would simply prepair himself for an oncoming attack by hopping from foot-to-foot like he had done earlier.

[Brad Kavanagh]

Any master of fighting would have had the skill to successfully dodge whatever Zack threw at them. He didn't appear to be very experienced in taking advantage of his opponent's mistakes. Brad unfortunately couldn't stop the kick from connecting partly because he wasn't nearly quick enough. However, he tried his best to move out of the way completely and the kick to his midsection only grazed his side. It didn't knock the wind out of him like it was meant to, but it hurt like hell regardless.

After regaining his posture, Brad wanted to pull a cheesy one-liner out of his mind. Something along the lines of "Nice moves" or "I walked into that one alright," but they all sounded way too positive and would only serve to hurt him mentally. Instead, he decided to go right into his next attack without another word spoken.

He stepped to the side quickly just a bit so as to give the other boy no chance to send another kick to his chest. The both of them were in very close quarters (Brad made sure of this by moving forward) and Brad was going to reap the rewards of his own quick thinking. He felt the urge to grin at the boy and gave into temptation, bearing his teeth with a devious smile at the dirty-haired blonde.

Before Zack could even think about what he was grinning about, Brad took quick advantage of his legs (which were bouncing up and down) and threw a full leg sweep with his left leg, aimed towards the back of Zack's knees. It was a last-second decision at best, and the attack could hit him in the calf. Hell, Zack could have easily just leap over his leg altogether if he were really quick on his feet.

And this was Brad's logic.

Just after throwing a leg sweep Zack's way, Brad got to work with both his arms. Lunging forward even closer, Brad brought up his left arm and thrusted it forward in an attempt to push him over. Judging frorm the strength in his arm and the intensity of the thrust itself could literally throw Zack on his back. If the blonde was foolish enough to jump in the air to dodge Brad's leg, the impact with the ground could knock him out. That's what Brad was hoping for, but he knew there was a good chance Zack could dodge this as well, and Brad made sure not to give him a chance to counter.

If he dodge the whole attack, despite whether or not he sidestepped Brad's push, Brad would move his whole body closer and send his other arm rocketing towards his opponent. If Zack were in front of him, Brad would try to punch him right in the face. If he had stepped onto his right side, his right arm would send a hook towards his cheek. If Zack were on his left side, Brad would simply get out of the way completely and stay on the defense. Then again, if Zack did fall flat on the ground there would be no point in his next attack, and Brad would take advantage of the other boy's position.

'Let's see how he likes this,' Brad thought in his mind as he attacked.

(* EDIT: For some stupid reason, I called Zack "Will". Just wanted to fix that. *)

[Zack Richardson]

Zack was happy that the kick hurt, a little annoyed that it didn't have the intended effect, but no matter. Brad regained his balance and grinned, this confused Zack for mearly a second before he saw Brad's leg swing forward. Zack dropped backwards landing on his shoulders and hands (hand on either side of his head) then pushed up and rolled backwards as Brad's arms extended. (to Brads left)

It was likely that the lunge forward meant that Brad was leaning quite far forward. Zack tried to take advantage of this as best he knew how, so with a few steps forward Zack leaped from the ground and with a quick adjustment in the air Zack sent a side kick to Brad's left temple (using his right leg) and kept his left leg tucked in incase Brad tried to grab it. It was a powerful move because of the momentum, and if hit would almost deffinately make Brad stumble to the right.

If this were to happen then Zack would land and quickly run forward again before sending a knee to Brad's left ribs and an elbow to his left temple

(Knee and Elbow are with right leg and arm)

[Director Troutman]

Brad wins on the basis of his posts feeling more 'in tune' to the fight. Zack had a good run, but I believe if the fight progressed, Brad would have won in time. Good fight, both of you.