Aden v. Pain Killer

[Kyukaku]

Like the last tournament, the fights will take place in an MMA style caged octagon. IC, the fights will all take place in one night, with a 15 minute break between rounds. The only rule in this tournament is no killing your opponent, so be original.

First post is due by monday night, with posts every 24 hours at minimum. They will be judged next sunday if you can't finish your opponent.

Ready? FIGHT!

[Pain Killer]

"Alright big guy, you're up."

"Ok."

Seated on a bench in the back room, Pain Killer didn't even look up at the person who had spoken to him, as he stared at the floor in silent preparation for his match to come. For once, he'd taken the tournament completely seriously, going so far as to make sure he was at the top of his game both mentally and physically, and with his sister in the crowd tonight, he was under that much more pressure to showcase the results of his training.

I can't lose. I won't. Not with them in this tournament.

There was a handful of familiar names in the tournament, though there were only a few that Adam actually was excited to face. Kazuki, of course, was a given, considering the two men's well known rivalry. Ein was another story, however, as the rumours of just how tough the German was had made the self-proclaimed Pain Killer very eager to test his own tolerance for pain against him. Finally, Kokaku had earned Adam's ire by their interaction in the hospital, such a tiny action was enough for Adam to want to pound the older man into oblivion.

Stop. Focus on this fight first. Gotta win as convincingly as possible.

Sighing, Adam stood up from the bench, heading out the door and towards the steel cage. The applause as he entered was more than he expected, though , though the fact Mya was cheering so loudly could have had something to do with it. It was enough, however, to cause him to tilt his head downwards slightly to hide the smile tugging at his lips. He made his way to the far side of the cage, away from the entrance, before turning to face where his opponent would enter, his arms crossed in front of him, standing relaxed. He hadn't bothered to take off his trenchcoat yet, as he'd wait to see if his opponent was one who would require such preperation, though he still wore his tanktop and jeans, his typical fighting attire.

Come on. I need a good warmup. This better be worth my time.

[Aden Allett]

Sitting quietly in the waiting room, Aden twiddled his thumbs, thoughts filled with anxiety running through his head, He loved to fight; for certain, but something about being surrounded by large crowds, cheering you on or yelling at you in distaste left a bitter feeling in his mouth. He looked up to the ceiling. Why was he even doing this again? There was plenty of fights going around in Paragon and he could have squeezed himself in. That was a certainty. Maybe it was just the thrill. Past all the anxiety from the crowd, the roar and praise you heard when you one was remarkable. He enjoyed the attention. He enjoyed the feeling of winning and letting everyone around know that he is the best. However, losing meant humiliation, so it took skill to push on through. Not just physical skill, but mind power too.

Aden's time consisted of preparation for the fight. He warmed up his body, wanting to be flexible for the fight and he was currently relaxing, wanting a cool head before he went out there. This fight was important. He heard about who he was fighting. A big man with a reputation. It would be difficult, meaning Aden would already have to give it his all. That wasn't too difficult. He was in the right mind set after all. -Win above all else.- This tournament was a good way to gain reputation. Reputation was something people like Aden needed. It would help them rise to the top and Aden was one that strives for it. Becoming a higher power at Paragon; his current goal and one he would work hard for, This was one of those steps.

His attention was shifted toward the man who entered the room. He motioned that it was time to head out, leaving Aden to stand up, brushing off the bottom of his jeans and reposition his orange T. He walked out through the door, making his way through the hall. Passing by a window, the cool night air could be felt as a breeze hit. Remarkably satisfying, he had to admit. The light shone brightly as he made his way out into the wide area, the crowd cheering as the second man finally made his appearance. Aden grinned and waved from one side to the next. It was a little awkward, but they were cheering for him, so why not enjoy it, right? He looked around the ring, his opponent inside and his grin faded slightly when noticing the sheer size of the man.

"Oh, fuck me."

Aden had to admit, the man was built and it could be seen. Definitely taller, but that wasn't it. Through his tench coat was obvious bulk and it wasn't fat. He was a muscle man, that seemed certain, meaning he was powerful and his blows were going to hurt if they made contact. But, was he fast? As this man most likely prided himself in his strength, Aden prided himself in his speed. Dexterity was key in battles, for obvious reasons. It saved his behind multiple times and hopefully now wouldn't be any different. Despite this, Aden held a determined look. Intimidated slightly, yes, but size wasn't everything. Everyone could lose. He breathed a sigh if relief. He calmed himself down, it seemed and he was ready to fight, the grin returning to his face as he rotated his arms, letting them stretch out. The bell rung as he made his way into the cage and the battle had begun. He threw up his arms, guarding his chest and face, while crouching his legs.

"I'll let you have the first move, since I'm so courteous, mate."

[Pain Killer]

The rather neutral expression on Pain Killer's face faded away into a smirk at Aden's first words, wanting to further any sort of intimidation that his opponent felt in an unconscious effort. Pain Killer was certainly not smart enough to try any mind games, but years of being the bigger man in the fight gave him certain instincts in battle. Still, Adam said nothing, making no move toward his opponent yet or any move to defend himself, as the smaller man hadn't moved closer beyond entering the cage, instead allowing the younger student all the time he needed to prepare himself. Once he dropped into his stance and spoke again, however, Pain Killer could see that he was ready, and that the time had come for this particular round to begin.

"You're far too kind. I'll return the favour, and try not to cripple you by the time this is over."

His gloved fists rose to his face, the right close to his jawline, while the left hovered in front of his chin. Calmly, almost casually, he began walking closer to Aden, watching for any hint of a movement that suggested his opponent would forego his offer and take the opportunity to attack first instead. Finally, Adam was within arms reach of his foe, his left leg leading his body while the right was pulled back slightly, not enough to turn his body, but enough to give him a more stable base.

Alright... let's start this off right.

Pausing for a brief moment, Pain Killer would suddenly step forward and to the left with his leading leg, his left hand pulling away from his face and towards his shoulder as he twisted his body to the left. As he moved closer, his hand would whip back towards his opponent in a hook punch, aimed behind Aden's right ear, but with a small difference. Rather than look to strike his opponent with his knuckles, Adam's hand was unfurled, aiming to slam his palm into Aden's skull instead.

[Aden Allett]

Aden's gaze was fixated on the opponent. Having offered him the first move, he would need to be ready for whatever was thrown at him. Distractions were something one in his position could not afford leaving him glaring at the huge man in front of him. The man spoke out; a retort to Aden's cocky comment from before. The grin didn't fade, no; Aden liked the mans attitude. Maybe they just related that way, but he liked it and it made him feel as though he would enjoy this fight. His opponents hands rose, one to the face, the other to the jaw, and he began to walk. In a casual demeanor, he made his way toward him. Aden, however, didn't move. He offered the first punch to the big man and he wasn't just going to back out, he had some pride; somewhere. He stayed alert, waiting for whatever the man was going to throw at him. Would it be a punch? A kick? Would it be high or low? There was a lot of possibilities running through his head.

The opponent came close. His left arm moving back; the sight caught in Aden's eye as his gaze shifted. He noticed the open palm, rather than a fist, realizing his courtesy did not go without reward, how kind the man in front of him was. The first attack was launched, the mans fist coming for Aden's head; the right side. With pressure on his right leg, he pushed off, his left also off, but to only find itself on the ground once more, like a hop, dodging the attack as the force of the jump, landing on his left leg, spun him around. He bring in his right foot in, allowing him to turn, facing the man, rather than making contact and stopping in an unfavorable position due to his extended leg. The right would plant itself back onto the ground, giving him balance once again, his upper body continuing to twist back slightly. His left arm moved to his right side, bent, the elbow extended from the rest of his body.

Aden moved quickly, precisely, doing his best to keep his eyes on the current movement of his opponent. Assuming he had moved fast enough, judging by the size of the man, he would be facing the side of his opponent. With that, he would use the added velocity from the spin/twist to launch his elbow forward. The mans arms had been raised above to his face, meaning his tender side should be relatively open. Aden hoped for a clean hit, one that would leave him room for more options as he progressed. His main strategy for the fight would be to remain on the offense. Even if you are big, you can't do much if you can't attack.

"Well, I hope we're worth each others time then."

[Pain Killer]

OOC: I think I got what you put, but if I messed it up, you know where to find me.

IC:

Nice try.

Aden's initial move, while effective in safeguarding himself for the moment, would only serve to prolong the inevitable. Had he leaped backwards, or perhaps ducked underneath the attack, Pain Killer's hook would have missed completely, but as things stood all Adam had to do was continue with the momentum of his attack, rather than slowly bring it to a halt after missing.

"C'mere, you!"

The words would spill out from Pain Killer's lips as Aden began his jump, ending just as the smaller man began to turn towards him after landing. As Aden turned to face Adam completely, he would find Pain Killer's palm heading directly for his right cheekbone, something he would be hard pressed to defend against as he turned into the blow. However, if Aden believed that Adam's palm was open in a moment of kindness, he would quickly find the opposite was true should the strike land, as Pain killer's fingers would dig into the smaller man's face, while the thumb drove into his right eye, giving Adam a handhold to work with. If Aden were to do nothing, Adam would thrust his right fist forward in a straight punch towards Aden's mouth and chin.

[Aden Allett]

Aden was succesful in dodging the opponents first move. The current situation, however, left him looking for a defense. As he readied to throw his elbow into the mans side, it was apparent that he was facing the opponents front. He stopped his attack, realizing that the hook from the opponent earlier wasn't over yet. No, the man turned himself around, continuing the attack and it was coming for Aden's head yet again. Rather than allowing his head to be potentially smashed in, Aden made for a counter. His right arm would push up towards the opponent's left as it swung through the air. Aden ducked down, potentially dodging the mans attack only to throw one of his own.

"Ha, I like this!"

He shouted with that same grin on his face. Yes, he was having fun, without a doubt. The only thing better than pummeling someone was fighting someone you offered a challenge. So far so good, it seemed, as this man hadn't let the first attack in, it would be interesting to see if this one was more lucky. Aden's right arm should have pushed the opponents left up with Aden heading down into a crouching position. Not wasting time, he began to spring up. His right arm would bend to his side, ready to fire and his left was around his forhead. As he progressed up, his left lower arm made it's way for the opponent's right arm, potentially using the force to knock it up and away from the mans face, giving Aden's right fist a clean shot as it fired upwards for the mans chin. If this attack were to work, Aden would move in for a hard, left elbow to the mans abdomen region.

[Pain Killer]

With split-second timing, Aden began to duck the moment he turned to face Pain Killer, throwing his hand up in an attempt to deflect Adam's attack. Unfortunately, the sheer size of the youngest surviving Rydell would make it difficult to push the attacking arm any significant amount off course, and while Aden had begun to duck, he would only manage to change the area Pain Killer's hand would impact, catching the side of Aden's forehead in easy, but annoying pain. Much like his smaller opponent, Pain Killer would notice the direction his foe was moving, namely downwards, and as such, instinctively tried to prevent such an escape. The fingers on his left hand would fall downwards to grasp the younger man's hair, halting his fall unless Aden managed to pull his own hair out.

Smirking, Pain Killer twisted his upper body to his left, throwing his right hand forward in a straight cross towards Aden's nose. His handhold on the boy's hair would prevent him from moving his head away from the attack, and Adam was relying on his sheer strength to muscle through any deflection Aden attempted.

[Aden Allett]

"Aw man, not the hair; it's always the hair."

Aden could feel the tug as he had descended, Yes, the man had latched onto his hair in a means of preventing escape and it was hard to be amused. It didn't help that the opponents swipe had managed to make some contact on his forehead either. The slight pain, however, wasn't important at the time. It was clear that the mans fist was heading for Aden's head and the opponent wasn't ready to let go of his hair. The man seemed to forget that Aden's hands were free. He bent his left arm. As the punch for his nose came around, the bottom of the mans wrist would be met with Aden's elbow, causing a great deal of pain and numbness. With the speed of the man versus the speed of Aden he stood little chance of missing. His right arm would throw itself up toward the mans other exposed wrist, knuckles first. Should he let go, or suffer the blow, Aden would break free from the hold.

Moving quickly, Aden would step to the left, then forward. Rather than staying in front of the man, he would move to his backside. A swift, counterclockwise, spin on his left leg, would send his right knee pummeling into the mans left side, coming back to plant itself on the ground. Rather than getting his hands dirty any further, Aden would back up slightly. The man was large and being near him too long only spelled 'Disaster.'

[Pain Killer]

Once again, Aden would attempt a deflection, and once again, he would meet with roughly the same results. Pain Killer's fist would be knocked upwards, though given the graduate's strength, not far enough to miss Aden's head completely. Unforunately, instead of slamming into his nose, Pain Killer's fist would crash into Aden's forehead instead, mainly between the eyebrows, something that Adam knew from experience was easily able to blur your vision even in the best of cases. Once Aden struck the underside of Adam's wrist in an attempt to free himself from Pain Killer's hair-hold, he would find the older man stubbornly holding on like a pit bull, outright refusing to let go despite the sudden flash of pain. Simply put, unless Aden's hair came out, or he rendered Adam's hand incapable of gripping anything, the self-proclaimed Pain Killer would live up to his moniker and refuse to release his opponent, not now that he had a hold of him.

Nuh uh, you aren't gettin' away from me that easily!

Pain Killer's right hand would slide upwards after impacting against Aden's skull, grabbing another handful of hair and giving himself almost uncontested control of his opponent's head. Rather than wait for his foe to start defending, Pain Killer would attack again, this time thrusting his right knee towards Aden's face, while pulling his head into the blow by the hair, effectively doubling the force.

[Aden Allett]

As Aden attempted to deflect the first, it was noticeable that it would still make contact, attacking the forehead. Aden twisted his body, to the left, allowing the punch to skim by. He could feel the side of the mans fist brush up against his forehead. He proceeded with his elbow to the man's other wrist, attempting to tug himself free in the process only to find that the man didn't want to let go. Even in the pain he held onto Aden's hair with a firm grasp from his hand. He continued the attempt to freeing himself, throwing his elbow into the mans wrist, The constant flashes of pain from the attack would hopefully give him enough leverage to get out of the man's grasp. The other hand would come back, the motion noticeable, Aden's opponent attempting to take hold of his hair with the other, free hand. He wouldn't allow it, as the arm came down, attempting to latch onto Aden's hair, he would throw his left elbow up, hard. The man was strong, meaning Aden wouldn't completely deflect the attack, but getting a painful hit on the opponent was enough and, while twisting his head in the process, the large man would only manage to grab hold of a few stray hairs, that would be easily pulled out. The rest would be guarded by his left hand.

Aden would then swerve his right knee in the process, twisting his body, along with his hair and send it flying for the mans side. The opponent would feel a rush of sharp pain, leaving Aden to continue to then thrust into the mans wrist until he ready to let go. No ones arm could last forever. Just a couple hits into the tender bottom of his wrist would cause the arm to numb. Even without the pain, the attack would be enough to leave the mans hand temporarily useless. Aden would find it easy to wriggle free then. The hard knee into the mans side would add on to leave Aden the opportunity to free himself.

-You're gonna let go, dammit!-

[Pain Killer]

OOC: Short, and some will look familiar, but I don't really want to type it all again.

Even as Aden attempted to twist his body to the side, he would find that his head wouldn't turn too far, only enough for the punch to skid across his forehead.

Pain Killer's right hand would slide upwards after impacting against Aden's skull, grabbing another handful of hair and giving himself almost uncontested control of his opponent's head. Rather than wait for his foe to start defending, Pain Killer would attack again, this time thrusting his right knee towards Aden's face, while pulling his head into the blow by the hair, effectively doubling the force.

[Aden Allett]

Aden’s left arm, still at a high elevation from deflecting the prior attack, both Aden’s left and right hand would grasp to the top of the man’s left. As he attempted to latch onto Aden’s hair, Aden would twist to the outside of the body of the man; the opponent’s grab missing, and his right arm straightening out as he turned. Aden left’s elbow would come down on one side of the mans arm, putting pressure onto the opponent’s own elbow and locking into place. Aden’s hair would break free, leaving the man in a small lock. The pain in the man’s arm it twisted would cause him to bend over slightly, giving Aden control.

With that, he would have an open shot at the face, sending his elbow down the opponent’s arm, sending a shot for the temple on his head. After contact, his arm would slide back up, quickly, and to push on the opponents elbow, Aden’s other arm pushing the opposite direction, up at the mans wrist and would proceed bend until something snapped to Aden’s satisfaction.

[Kyukaku]

Sometimes you just can't argue with pure brute force. Pain Killer takes this round.