Raine Ashton Vs John Smith

[Victoria Alexander]

Location: Auto Graveyard

Surrounded by all makes models bits and pieces. This is where towers of rejected vehicle come to RIP.. Please use your surroundings. No weapons for this round.

[John Smith]

My facial expressions were hidden underneath the black hood. For this special evening, I wore a simple black shirt with a hood. A pair of black pants. Over the shirt I wore a jacket and my hands were covered in leather gloves, both gloves and the jacket was black. I didn't look at Victoria while she spoke. I had heard her talk at tournaments before. Instead, I studied the other fighters in the crowd. I wasn't really in the mood for being nice tonight, as a result, I would probably be pretty ruthless when it came to my fighting and be rather sloppy too. But that aside, I really needed a challenge and from a brief glance at the people I had seen gather when Victoria had spoken, I knew this would be a good tournament. So good that I would be filming all the other fights. They would do for great entertainment on evenings when I was bored. Plus, as a bonus, I might get to tear Kazuki to pieces if he should advance. After all, this Evek might be better than Kazuki. Though, I doubted it. It was nice to see Keith was here too, I would finally see how the boy fought.

I removed my dark leather gloves as I made my way to the place I was going to fight. I threw them on the hood of a yellow car. I threw my jacket the same place and I turned towards the place where the fighting was going to be. I didn’t feel like warming up. I probably didn’t need to do it either, my opponent was going to be a girl. Or a boy with a feminine name. I wouldn’t remove my hood, I planned on doing the first couple of fights as incognito as possible. And for those who didn’t know that John Smith was my ”actual” name, then that name might as well be fake. I had my reasons for trying to hide my identity. Several of those reasons were Kazuki and the odds that he might recognize me. And that would ruin the surprise.

I opened the door to the driver seat and sat down while waiting for my opponent. I was feeling bored. And a few moments later I was getting impatient. Never did I stop gazing out in search of my opponent.

[Raine Ashton]

A tournament? It was a surprise when Raine had received the letter. There was fear dominant yes, but there was anticipation, and a feeling of anxiety. Then again the issue of not knowing how to fight was the most prominant issue that plagued Raine's mind after two hours of jumping around the house in a ditsy manner. After she calmed down of course, there was that moment where reality sets in and most definately all the possible scenarios of broken limbs, trauma, and what not flooded into Raine's mind. Then came the 'Should I go?' and the 'Maybe I should just get it over with.' thoughts which offered her the irritating task of pacing around her room like a madwoman.

Yet, Raine was not a girl that would back down from a challenge and she decided that she had nothing to lose and it just might serve to be interesting. So there she was in the auto graveyard, which was intimidating, what proved to be more threatening and frightening was the man that was hidden by the shadow of his hood.

Unlike the man that waited for her entrance towards the fighting area, Raine did not have a reason for hiding her face from her opponent. Rather it was just a personal style. Raine had her hair kept in a messy bun and it was tucked in the gap above the adjustment buckle of her cap. Her forest green hoodie was a little large for her form and covered her hat and hair, while her black sweats rested loosely on her hips. Raine was pretty much wearing her breaking clothes, the knee pads that were secured under her large sweats helped with the freezes during dance rehearsals and she figured that it might help here too. Unless of course, she was not allowed to have them.

Soon enough she found her opponent sitting in the driver's seat of the car. She made her way towards the car and rested her elbows on the hood as she waved with her gloved hand.

"Hello there stranger."

[John Smith]

While I had seen a girl enter the Auto graveyard, I didn't expect someone who looked like that, to be a fighter. Too classy for what I expected. Yet again, I didn't expect this girl was here to hit, metaphorically, on me. Nor did she look like she wanted my autograph. So that probably meant she was here to hit, literally, on me. While she spoke to me, I got up and motioned for the girl to move away from me. But it didn't matter if she did or didn't. I had a feeling that this fight was going to be over real fast. Even though she probably had a serious speed advantage over me, then I had over twice her weight. That meant some serious firepower. But firing all the canons at once would be a major waste. The night was still young and I probably had plenty of fights left tonight.

"Let's get this over with..." - be a shame to wreck your pretty face ...

Didn't I just sound thrilled? Totally. Not. I clenched my right fist as I smacked the car door closed behind me. Gave me a lot more room to maneuver on. Still, I didn't think this would be more than a relentless offensive from me. I stepped forward with my left leg and as my foot touched the ground. My left fist flew forward. Traveling close to the car at first. But as it came closer to her, the further it distanced itself from the car. Straight for her chin. I was fairly confident that a single strike to the cheek would cause her to stumble back. I didn't throw my weight into this strike. Because she was a fast one, and I needed my balance intact in case she decided to counter attack. And I was fairly sure that most fighters in this tournament knew how to counter attack. Some of the fighters were even better at countering than attacking.

[Raine Ashton]

"Let's get this over with..."

Ack. Scary dude. So much for "there's nothing to lose!" Raine was beginning to doubt the fact that she'll be attending those rehearsals the coming week. A fight was like a game while the trick was knowing how to work with momentum, well to a certain extent, and although Raine was a dancer she knew nothing when it came to fights.

The car door slammed shut and Raine stood up and as any amateur would really do, she just stood there at the moment as she looked around her on the ground for a split second before focusing on her opponent. And surely, her opponent did not waste any time getting started. He quickly threw a punch to wards her chin. Raine for a moment looked like a deer in headlights, but she noticed that there was not that extention in his arm which probably meant it was not full force.

However, as an instictive move Raine ducked with her arms up like a boxer around her head while her knees and toes were bent so she was not fully settled on the ground and screamed, "Oh God, don't hurt me!"

Almost instantaneously she sprung from from her position as she extended her right leg from the position it was in at an inclined angle for a quick kick to the back of his left knee supported with her left hand on the ground, unless of course, her opponent did something before.

[John Smith]

Her yell easily made this the most pathetic thing I had ever seen in a tournament fight and I almost fell for it. I felt like a buffoon that short moment where I hesitated because of her scream. But most people wouldn't notice that hesitation in my movement. But I knew there were eyes out there capable of spotting even the smallest change in my behavior. Still, that slight hesitation made me open for a counter attack. With a growl, I leaned forward with my body and bend my leg. So her kick hit my thigh instead. But I wasn't here to dance or take petty strikes to my legs. This was a fight and I could take a lot more than this. Especially if I just avoided taking strikes on my left calf. I didn't really think about my next move. Several reasons for that, one of them being that I acted much on my instincts when fighting on the offense, unless I had some sort of plan for how to destroy my opponent. But I didn't know how this girl fought and if all she had to play with was hiding behind her gender and hope that I was a gentleman, then she was in for a surprise.

I jumped. Brought both legs together and made a combined stomp. Both legs would obliterate her chest as he pressed her into the ground. One thing was certain, if she had a boyfriend then he would be mighty pissed that his girlfriend's breasts had a pair of footprints on them. But knowing from experience and from what I had just seen. Then this girl was a good dodger. And given her opportunities, I assumed her escape route would be to her left, my right. Any other path would just slam my feet into her face, only worsening the damage.

I was almost hoping that she would try and dodge by attempting to roll either forward or backwards. Both of those would end in something that wasn't going to be pretty. A face-stomp. As mentioned, the obvious way for her to escape, would be to my right and thus I wouldn't surprised should she escape to that side. Probably have a nasty surprise ready for her should she stand up too close to where I landed.

[Raine Ashton]

Her reaction and moves would not differ much from what her opponent had anticipated. As her leg connected to his thigh, he had prepared for his jump. It was a good thing that she was not totally glued to the ground as her back was not fully on the ground, she had herself up on her side with her left hand and leg propping her up from the kick earlier. As he would jump up to stomp on her, she'd quickly submiss to her opponent's right rolling on the ground a few times.

She had rolled towards the pile of broken car parts she had spotted earlier when she had surveyed her environment before John threw the punch. Reaching out with her left she quickly grab a piece of random metal that flashed a bright silver when it caught the light and chucked it towards John. Raine had hoped this would buy her time to get back up onto her feet as she'd hate wrestling or what not on the ground.

If she was successful in getting back up onto her feet, she'd quickly try to send a punch to his gut to knock the air out of him as she'd try to shorten the height difference between them. If he doubled over, Raine would reach up to give him a quick upper cut.

[John Smith]

Dust was blown away around my feet. The force of my impact send the particles flying away from my feet. Had this been a manga or anime, the ground would probably have cracked and my expression would be rather dark because my attack had missed. Or perhaps they would portray me as a maniac who was madly in love with fighting? Perhaps I would be smiling widely because I had found someone who could give me a challenge. But neither of them would be accurate. They both held a grain of the truth, but I am a complex man. I was rather angry that I had missed, but it wasn't world-devastating. I would get another chance at breaking in her face. And from my "humble" point of view, I was already dominating this fight. Forcing her to retreat. But a fast-fighter would be dumb to stay close to someone over twice their size. And I had been a fool letting her get away from the car that restricted her movements.

I turned my face to track her to her new position and as I prepared to move after her, I saw something glint in the air. Reacting purely on instincts I dodged to the right so the unknown object flew right past my head. Missed the edge of the hood by less than half an inch. If I had been any more of a pussy, I would have refused to fight because she broke the rules. A thrown thing is still a weapon. But I couldn’t care less about their rules. She had just attacked me with a weapon, that alone justified if I tore her a new one. But I was having trouble controlling my impatience. I wanted to get this over with.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long before the girl was back in action. I stepped forward and to the right, following up on my earlier dodge. I casually grabbed and pushed her left hand to my left with my right palm. That was successfully dodging her attack, but landing an attack on her was more important. Thus, my left fist fired straight into her left floater rib. The floater ribs are the two bottom ribs. Those that aren’t connected in the middle of the chest. This gave them more maneuverability, but at the same time made them weaker than the other ribs. Thus, made it very easy to bend them or simply force the air out of her left lung.

Should my attack land without a hitch, I would swing around and place a right knee directly into the left thigh. Directly into the big muscle there. Giving her a dead leg. That should take care of her fondness for dodging my attacks.

[Victoria Alexander]

Winner: John Smith

Raine I felt that if you were a little more active it would have been a bit more promising. You still held your own but I will be giving the win to John. He outwitted your moves just as well as you did but he still remained dominate through the posts.

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Thank you.