PainKiller VS Allen Daughtry

[Victoria Alexander]

Location: Recyclables

Both fighters will be surrounded by piles of plastic bottles, bulks of newspaper ect. Please use your surroundings. Again no weapons (This round)

[Pain Killer]

"A junkyard? Seriously? Won't you, like, get infected with something if you get cut? It's dirty!"

Even as Mya continued to voice her concerns, Pain Killer didn't answer, opting instead to concentrate on driving. Her worry was touching, but unnecessary; getting hurt or sick meant nothing to the youngest surviving Rydell, as it was what he lived for. He could still remember his reaction to the letter he'd opened a few days ago, beaming with delight as he realized exacly what it meant. It wasn't just another tournament being held by Legion, where he was both a participant and a staff member. No, this time, he was invited by someone else, which meant someone else had actually heard of him. Not just anyone, however, but it was the same envelope he had gotten for invitations to tournaments in Varron.

All his fighting was finally paying off.

Almost unconsciously, Pain Killer patted his left pocket, checking to see if his tournament badge was, indeed, still there. Usually, the trinket was ignored, forgotten in its resting place in his jeans. Today would be different, it signified past success and a fond memory, as well as a better time. Finally arriving, Pain Killer parked the car, not even undoing his seatbelt yet as he looked over at his sister.

"Mya, stay here."

"....What? Come on, Adam! I want to watch!"

"I'm not supposed to bring anyone with me... but I guess if you were to sneak in and stay out of sight, without my knowledge, then there's nothing I can do."

Smirking, the self-proclaimed Pain Killer stepped out of his car, locking the door and beginning his walk into the junkyard. It didn't take long for him to find the slowly gathering crowd. There were very few he actually knew, and even fewer were those who he was on any sort of good terms with. Pain Killer would scowl at the sight of Tiao, having the distinct feeling there was unfinished business between them. The same feeling would arise in him at the sight of Kazuki, his expression barely lightening, though it was more for appearances than for anything else.

Eventually, the combatants had all arrived, and the matches were set, each pair being led off to seperate areas of the junkyard. The area Adam found himself in seemed to be filled with newspapers and plastic, nothing worthwhile to use as a weapon, much to his chagrin. Pain Killer walked to the far end of the clearing, a good fifteen feet from where Allen would be standing, and lifted a bag of plastic bottles with his right hand. Staring at it with what appeared to be disdain, his eyes travelled over to his opponent, Adam's face finally taking on a much more excited expression.

"Alright, looks like it's your lucky day! You get to lose to a legend in the making, with no one around to see how embarassingly one-sided the fight is. Pretty good deal, if you ask me."

Laughing, Pain Killer gestured at Allen with his left hand, giving the universal sign for "bring it" with a wag of his fingers. He wouldn't bother getting into any defensive stance or the like, not until his opponent got closer where the fight could actually begin.

[Allen Daughtry]

'What kind of name is Pain Killer anyway? What, is he an opiate addict or something?'

The invitation had been something of a surprise. Allen Daughtry, one of Hircine High's stagnant "Pillars," had never cared much to show his potentially violent nature in a world where fist and foot came first before anything else. For the last year, he had remained rather quiet for the most part, keeping to his natural instinct of observation, watching as the Paragon Institute continued to rise, as his Captain Kyukaku was shuffled off to the System's Hell as a "punishment" by one of the school's Principals, and as the chaos of the two rival schools broke down into the fire of the twin detonations.

Now he was truly a nobody again. So why was he being invited to an event from a dark raven envelope?

Fast forward to the date itself, the ebony-shaded junior quickly realized that he was one of ten contestants in the usual bout of violence. It was a tournament, a competition bound by blood. The same sort of travesty that kept the horrors of the System alive.

And its host was former Principal Alexander, the stalwart spokeswoman of peace and student love. How ironic.

After listening to the woman's brief introduction, Daughtry handed in his letter like all the others to discover that he was set to fight a man named "Pain Killer." In his time at the school, there had been times where Allen heard the title flung around, particularly by Kyukaku, but he had never met the man, let alone seen him. The first thing that came to mind was why someone would call themself a drug. Once Daughtry's shades saw the veteran though, it made sense: he was clearly a warrior by nature.

'Great, I've got a crazy on my hands.'

Allen followed his opponent to the designated fight area, but said nothing. As he walked, he considered what clothing he should keep on himself as he fought, and decided on discarding his sunglasses and family necklace, but to keep on his padded leather jacket and motorcycle gloves. Beyond that, there was nothing particularly different about his look: worn blue jeans, a black leather belt, and mahogany boots.

When he finally reached the recyclables, "Pain Killer" went on preaching his power. The arrogance brought a bemused grin to Allen's face as he slipped off his shades and necklace, and tossing them to the ground outside of the main fight area. His cerulean gaze focused on the older man as he started to walk forward, his gloved hands still kept away in his jacket pockets, "Perhaps, but don't you think it's fitting that our lovely hostess placed our fight here?"

Daughtry revealed his hands as he slowly broke the distance between them, now strolling at just seven feet away, "After all, you and your Varronite buddies are getting old. Maybe its time you were all broken up into plastics and paper and shipped off to the dump... like this one!"

At last, he was just three feet away, and concluded his banter with one last mention before attacking his opponent, "I bet you're rusty anyways, so might as well keep you here!"

And with that, Daughtry slid his left leg forward as his right arm reared back, fist clenching in anticipation of a jab. Rolling his right shoulder downward, Allen bent his right arm to thrust his punch towards Pain Killer's gut. A simple attack, nothing fancy, but with his left arm playing defense and his right leg acting as an anchor, it would start out well enough.

He'd start his own legacy by taking away another man's reputation.

[Pain Killer]

I like you already! It's gonna be fun breaking you down.

With the younger man coming closer, Pain Killer was tempted to answer with the very words he thought, but it seemed his opponent wouldn't stop talking long enough for such a thing. Still, his amusement would show plain on his face, a massive grin forming from the similarities he could hear between the speech Allen was giving him and the one he had given Kazuki all that time ago. For once, the irony was not lost on him, but nevertheless, Adam couldn't stroll down memory lane forever, especially with Allen making his way closer and closer.

The youngest surviving Rydell had never been the most honorable of fighters, this much was common knowledge. This, coupled with his aggressive nature, almost guaranteed that he would throw the first attack before most of his opponents, at least in terms of intent. When Allen made his comment about the plastics and paper, Pain Killer would lift the bag of plastics in his right hand, clearly playing along with the idea. However, once Allen came closer and began to speak his last comment, Adam refused to wait for the end of it, his mind snapping into fight-mode now that Allen was close enough.

Before Allen had finished even getting the second word out of his mouth, Pain Killer released his hold on the plastic bag in his hand, allowing it to fall towards the ground in front of him. Instead of allowing it to hit the ground, Pain Killer whipped his right foot up, punting the bag of plastics directly up into the air, hitting it just hard enough to have the bag hang slightly higher than head height for Allen. The motion would cause Adam to turn slightly to his left, his right hand rising up towards his chest while his left pulled back towards his left shoulder.

The concept behind the bag being kicked between them was simple. The sudden motion of something rushing close to his face would force Allen to react in some way, especially with his vision impaired, and Adam had already planned for certain possibilities. His right arm was prepared to deflect the bag back, should Allen attempt to smack the plastics back towards Pain Killer, while the left hand was prepared to throw a powerful cross towards Allen's head the moment the bag stopped blocking Adam's sight, whether it be through Allen knocking it aside or allowing it to fall back down. In any case, Allen would be forced to deal with the bag on instinct, taking him off his planned attack and giving him much less time to react to the punch heading towards his jaw.

[Allen Daughtry]

'I should have anticipated this!'

Daughtry's words were cut off as PK's grip on the bag of plastics released, and was followed by a sharp kick with his right leg, tossing the flying projectile directly past his head. In a dire response, Allen pulled his left leg back as he planted his weight onto his right leg, allowing him to strain back. As he prepared for a retreat, however, he realized that the bag was just within reach. Thus, as he stepped back to evade the impending strike that was sure to follow Pain Killer's diversion, Daughtry grabbed the bag's ends with his hands and dragged it back to fly between him and his opponent, making it difficult to for the older man to direct any attack against him.

Once Daughtry was clear of the bag, and watching as it fell, he decided to add a second step. With his left leg still following in retreat, he reared its boot upward, tapping the bag back into the air, further impairing Pain Killer's strikes. Once that was finished, he would continue his retreat to keep a safe distance from his opponent, waiting for the diversion to be clear of the arena.

[Pain Killer]

Aside from the obvious physical differences between Pain Killer and his opponent, it appeared there was at least one in attitude as well. Allen seemed prone to retreating, at least in Adam's mind, something the larger male could tell from the legs pulling back out of his peripheral vision. Years of being the larger fighter when facing off against someone had given Pain Killer certain instincts, among them being the desire to keep smaller foes from escaping his range, and with that thought in mind, Pain Killer would step forward with his raised right leg, shortening the distance that Allen was attempting to create.

What surprised the youngest Rydell, however, was the fact that the recycling bag he had been waiting for to clear from his vision was now being pulled back into his way, lengthening the delay of having a clear shot at his opponent. The concept of waiting even longer, and thereby giving Allen even more time to escape, was absolutely unacceptable, but without knowing where his head exactly was, there was a decent chance that any punch in that direction could miss. However, one could not hide their entire body behind a bag of plastic.

Adam had a fairly decent idea of where Allen's body was, and rather than risk a complete miss, would aim instead for a more sure hit. His left hand thrust forward, a straight cross punch aimed directly at where he guessed Allen's chest was, but in all actuality was closer to the man's collar bone, which, having not been built to withstand such abuse, had a good chance of snapping under the force of the blow. Regardless of the smaller man's attempt to use the bag as a shield, Pain Killer was intending to plow right through the bag, leaning into the blow and for all intents and purposes, attempting to punch a hole through Allen's body. By extending so far, Pain Killer would compensate for his opponent's backwards momentum, if he would indeed continue retreating. Depending on how far the bag of plastics had fallen, one of two things were likely to happen: either Pain Killer would skim along the top/bottom side of the bag, or the sheer power behind his blow would force the bottles to move out of the way, popping the bag and allowing his fist to continue its path towards Allen's collarbone.

With his hands occupied, and the bag hindering his vision as much as it did Pain Killer, Allen Daughtry would have a hard time being aware of the blow heading his way, much less defend against it.

[Allen Daughtry]

The bag had proven of use. As Allen's retreat continued to open distance between the man and his opponent, the floating array of recyclables guaranteed that the veteran warrior just a few feet away could not see his target clearly. Still, the bag only a foot or so wide, and since it was still at their eye level, Pain Killer could still clearly see anything below it. Daughtry's original expectation was that his opponent either attempt to undercut the bag with a low kick or simply shove it out of the way, which Allen could have evaded or countered, respectively.

Pain Killer must not have been thinking on traditional lines.

As Allen continued to step back, his focus was forced on the floating bag as it fell. Yet, instead of the small waves of plastic bottles through gravity, he noticed that a large break was beginning to separate a portion of the bag, as clusters of material was pushed aside by a stronger force. Daughtry knew that there was no other possibility for the shift but some sort of influence by Pain Killer - and the only sort of change he'd want to make was through an attack. The bastard was trying to strike Allen by punching through bag and hoping to hit whatever was on the opposite side. And since they were each close enough, it made perfect sense, and had Allen not noticed, he was sure to feel the hit.

As Daughtry saw the oncoming left punch breaking through the bag, he shifted his left shoulder back and pulled his left arm forward to diagonally sit bent before his chest, his right arm tensing and with his weight still anchored by his right leg. As the punch broke through Allen's side of the bag, Pain Killer's left fist wrenched past Allen's left arm, but as it neared the arching collarbone and left shoulder, Daughtry would press his left forearm up against the outer side of PK's left forearm in a cross, shifting its trajectory away and breaking across the edge of Daughtry's left shoulder. Once the deflection would be complete, Allen would unbend his left arm and attempt to plant his left hand across Pain Killer's elbow to briefly restrict his arm's movement.

Once the left arm could be restrained, Daughtry would move into his counterattack. With his left arm working to hold PK's left arm, Allen would redirect his weight to his left leg, allowing for his right leg to pull up and attempt a solid low kick for Pain Killer's left side. The only other option Daughtry could have beyond this would be to use his right arm as a balance.

[Pain Killer]

What the-...?

The lack of impact, beyond striking the bag of plastics, sent a wave of frustration through the self-proclaimed Pain Killer. Evidently, either his aim was way off, or Allen had somehow seen the attack coming, and had been able to dodge appropriately. The small amount of his forearm that had managed to make it though the bag would be pressed against by Allen's own forearm, deflecting the attack away from Allen's body and saving him from a debilitating injury. It was this very connection that would change Adam's mood from frustration to triumphant, a satisfied grin forming on his face from the contact.

No more runnin', kiddo.

If Allen intended to wrap his arm around Pain Killer's own, he would need to go around the bag now attached to the larger male's forearm and elbow, a feat that would prove more than difficult. This would be due to the fact that the moment his forearm began to pull away from Adam's, the older combatant's hand would suddenly snap towards him, clamping down around the younger man's wrist, the hand positioned so that his pinky finger was closest to Allen's hand.

Once such a grip had been established, Adam would pull the arm to his left (Allen's right), yanking the smaller boy closer to him while simultaneously thrusting his left knee forward, intending to drive it into Allen's stomach. By pulling the boy at the same time, Pain Killer would double the force behind the blow, and provide an opening for his right hand, which would cock back near his shoulder, following the motion of his torso turning to his right with the knee attack.

Of course, should Allen attempt his kick without his planned hold being performed, he would find his leg effectively negatiing the knee being aimed for his stomach. However, should such a thing occur, Adam would throw his right hand in another powerful cross, aimed at the straightened left elbow of his opponent.

[Allen Daughtry]

Daughtry was frustrated with the plastic bag he had once used for cover. Though it had kept him out of Pain Killer's line of sight for a short while and helped to trap his opponent's left arm, it had also hindered his plan to grab it, and worse, it had given his opponent the opportunity to get a hold of Allen's own left wrist. It was a bother, and now Daughtry would have to reconsider another plan regarding his left side.

Further, his opponent decided to negate his right low kick with an attempted knee attack which must have been prepared to support the pulling Pain Killer made on Allen's left arm, which Allen countered by using his shoulder as leverage to keep his arm steady. The blond was now down one arm and still trapped on the other side of the bag with a man who was still intent on injuring him. But Allen didn't plan to sit so idly by, and since Pain Killer only had his wrist, he couldn't control Daughtry's arm movements completely, especially since he couldn't seem them. As soon as his left arm was grabbed, Daughtry immediately pulled his elbow downward and toward his chest, keeping it deftly hidden behind the bag, and using his shoulder as leverage, used the position of his opponent's arm to push the bag further toward the left to better block off view of his upper left body, preventing any clear sight of his arm and shoulder.

The next step was his right leg. While his left leg still supported his left side, Daughtry's right leg landed on the ground ahead of him after the negation from the knee kick used by Pain Killer. Now open for another attack, but considering his opponent wasn't completely disabled, Allen considered his options: since Pain Killer's left arm was busy holding onto Daughtry's own, he could not properly defend himself with any upper body attacks from the left side, and with the plastic bag between them, it would hinder him from properly using his right side from any attacks Allen made as well, at least for a few moments. But if Allen attempted to attack with his lower body, he'd likely just get stuck in a bout of counters and negations from his opponent's free legs. He had to rely on something different.

So Daughtry decided on a new plan.

With his left leg acting as the rear anchor and his right leg as his lead, Allen tensed his left arm to guarantee that his opponent was indeed holding on firmly before making his move. Then, with a kick forward by his left leg and a sudden plant down with his right leg beside his opponent's left leg, Daughtry would shove the left side of his body into the plastic bag, hoping to press its contents into his opponent's face and right side, temporarily blinding him. As he did this, Allen would using his completely free right arm to send three consecutive hooks directly into Pain Killer's left midsection, hoping to deal as much damage as possible before he would have to fall back. If his three attacks went unhindered, Daughtry would finish his strikes by attempting to trip his opponent's left leg with his right and finishing his attack with a right-sided uppercut to Pain Killer's chin.

[Pain Killer]

Allen's quick thinking would indeed save his arm, hiding it once more from Adam's view would cause the larger male to hesitate, rather than follow up with his planned attack on the elbow. There was no doubt about it, this guy was pretty quick, managing to keep himself from suffering any real injury thus far, something that Pain Killer was enjoying. After all, there was no point in entering a tournament if only to steamroll the competition, there needed to be some challenge in order to make it worthwhile.

With his first attack negated, and the second one kept from being thrown, Adam was in the process of deciding on his next move when the plastic bag was shoved towards him, making it difficult for him to see his opponent. Unfortunately for the smaller man, he had made a few mistakes in his assumptions, ones that were about to make this round considerably more painful. Pain Killer would indeed be blinded by the bag shoved into his face and body, but with the grip he had on his opponent, he wouldn't need his sight to tell where Allen was anymore, not with the younger man pushing his side into the bag.

This fact alone wouldn't cause much difficulty for the smaller boy, but when he pushed his body into the youngest surviving Rydell's, he would trigger a response that had become fairly predictable from the larger male. Being the bigger fighter in most battles he took part in, the prime plan in Adam's mind usually revolved around neutralizing his foe's mobility, and keeping them from using their speed to their advantage. As such, Pain Killer would accomplish this the easiest way he knew how, pushing off the ground as hard and fast as he could as he drove his torso towards Allen, his arms extending past the smaller man to cushion Pain Killer's landing against the ground while continuing to grip Allen's wrist, pinning the younger boy's left arm against his torso.

As close as they were, Allen would have a hard time altering their shared fall or dodging the diving Pain Killer, who's sheer force and weight would serve to knock the two men over with Allen being pinned to the ground beneath him. Regardless of how Allen fell, likely either on his back or on his right side, Adam would draw his legs closer to himself, shuffling himself higher on top of Allen so as to mount his torso, sitting on his chest/left side of his ribcage, again depending on how Allen had landed. His left hand would continue to hold the smaller man's wrist, pressing it against the ground to Allen's right, pinning his opponent's arm against his own chest.

At this point, Pain Killer would begin throwing punches with his right hand at Allen's head repeatedly, knowing full well that any punch his opponent threw back wouldn't have the leverage to do any real damage. It would only be a matter of time before Allen would either pass out from the repeated blows to the skull, or give up beforehand.

[Allen Daughtry]

'He's fucking tackling me?!'

Rydell's counter was truly fitting of what Daughtry would have known about the warrior's legacy had he asked about him around the circles of Hircine fighters. Instead of gaining his opportunity to land the offensive, Daughtry was viciously thrown back by his opponent hurling himself onto Allen's body. There had been little warning, and since the younger man was just as blinded by the bag as the veteran, there had been know way of seeing what had likely been a shade of excitement on Pain Killer's face as he pounced. But while the man likely thought his victory was in the clear, he was deftly wrong.

Once Daughtry felt the weight of Pain Killer pushing him back into a fall, he responded with two instinctive bodily commands: the first was for his left elbow, still aimed downward, to push up and forward as much as possible so that he could keep the plastic bag floating between him and his opponent not only away from himself, but also in the face of his opponent; the second was to kick off both legs with as much force as possible toward the same direction as Pain Killer, so that the brunt of the pain would lessen, to maximize air time, and to give a boost of power in his legs for the oncoming ground fight, but more importantly, the right leg would give less strength than the left so that he could corkscrew their combined mass in the air to land the two on their left (Daughtry) and right (Pain Killer) sides.

As the two bodies crashed back down onto the ground, Allen would take a moment to regain his breath before returning to the fight. He would continue to press the plastic bag into his opponent's torso with his left arm, hoping to not only break his view, but to partially pin his right arm against the combined weight of his own body and the bag. Further, Allen would attempt to shift his left leg to sit over top Pain Killer's own right leg with a light pinning motion as well, and then use it as leverage to try and push himself on top of Pain Killer, his left arm still pressing the bag downward as his right leg would begin kneeing downward into Rydell's gut. At this point, Daughtry would also have his own torso leaning forward slightly due to the force of pushing the bag downward, and would hold his right arm outward in front of him in anticipation of attacks from Pain Killer's own right arm.

[Pain Killer]

Having his opponent jump backwards with the tackle was something new and altogether unexpected for the self-proclaimed Pain Killer, which would truly make him smile with amusement. The more unique the battle, the more entertaining it became, and with the way this round was going, Adam would remember this bout for a good while.

When Allen attempted to use his elbow to push the bag into Pain Killer's face, he would find that very arm pinned against his torso. No longer was it a matter of arm straining against arm, a competition that the much larger Rydell boy would likely win at any rate, but instead would become Allen's arm against Adam's arm and much of his upper body weight, the tackle aiding his attempt to control Allen's arm. As such, when the smaller boy had begun to corkscrew in the air, he would end up wrapping his own left arm around his stomach.

However, what would make a greater impact on the two fighter's fall to the ground would be the extended right arm of Adam Rydell, which he had originally done in order to cushion his fall. When his palm struck the ground, Adam would let his arm bend, absorbing the shock, before suddenly extending poth arms like a pushup, simultaneously pinning Allen to the ground while maneuvering himself to the higher position. Once again, Pain Killer would draw his legs up as he had planned to before, shuffling up higher in order to mount Allen's torso and pin him to the ground. Once in position, he would follow through with his plan to continually punch his opponent's head, out to beat the smaller man into submission or unconsciousness, whichever came first.

[Victoria Alexander]

I wish the activity was there with Allen. PainKiller will be moving onto the next round.

Please finish up and move on.

Thank you.