John Smith v. Damien Blaze

[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!

[Damien Blaze]

Damien entered from the back room, people whispering that this was the same guy who had lost the last tournament in the first round. Damien didnt pay any attention, especially since they weren't laughing. He had lost to Pain Killer, one of the greatest fighters in the tournaments. He was respected for even lasting for a few minutes, and though he had indeed lost, he wasnt really intimidated. He had grown since that fight, and planned on facing the man again later on in the tourney, since he heard he had joined and was in the arena somewhere.

Damien wore Black Gi, which where like sweatpants only far lighter, and far better for mobility and ventilation. On his hands were a pair of newly made fingerless gloves, black in color and very lightweight. On his torso was the same black muscle shirt he had worn to the last one, the same shirt he almost always wore, washing it every day and placing it on. Right across the upper part near his well-toned back muscles was his last name, ebroidered and written in flame.

Blaze.

The cage door opened, the ref holding it for him as he stepped into the ring to the applause of the people. There was no cheering, as he hadnt done much to earn it yet, but more of a respect. Hopefully, it wasnt PK first round again, so this time he might actually make a name for himself. He stretched a bit in the ring, and jumped up and down, loosening up until his opponent arrived.

[John Smith]

If only my leg doesn't bother me, then I can win this thing.

John Smith walked through the doors and saw the octagon he was supposed to fight in. This would be a grand experience, a peaceful fighter like John entering a tournament like this, just to see if fighting was fun or if it only held pain and misery for those involved. He wore a simple t-shirt, black, with no writing on it. He wore no protection for his knuckles, not even a simple layer of sports tape. His pants were a simple pair of karate pants that allowed mobility. These pants naturally matched his black t-shirt.

The crowd was bigger than he had imagined for a nobody like him, perhaps the opponent was someone greater than the average joe? As he walked through the door to the cage, John Smith was feeling the rush get into him, all those people, watching him and they would get a fight worth seeing! He smiled and raised his arms as if he had already won the match. Crowd pleaser. When he found his position, he smiled and waved at his opponent.

"Let's make it worth watching!"

He dropped back on his left leg, right leg leading and right arm at face height left hand hovering in front of his chest. A formal defensive stance.

[OOC: Sorry for being late. Berlin had no internet for me ]

[Damien Blaze]

Damiens eyes locked on to his opponent as he entered the cage, his fists coming up in a standard boxing stance. They rotated slightly at the elbows, allowing better circulation and quicker movement. He nodded to the guy after his words, then started forward, his agressive nature coming straight into play right off the bat. As he drew near, his left hand, which was held a little loose, would snap out, over the right arm that was held out, aiming for a shot to the boys cheek. While this move would generally offer a lot of opening, Damien wanted it that way. It was a test, of sorts, to see how his opponent moved, how he worked. He obviously didnt expect a hit, since the first blow thrown was almost always forseen and dodged.

He kept on his toes, ready should the guy retaliate. His fingerless gloves, while adding a little padding, wasnt nearly enough to take anything away from the strength of his blows. He was powerfully built, albiet a little smaller than others in the tournament, especially Pain Killer.

Oh how he wanted to meet up with that man again.

His face stoic, his punch thrown, it was time to wait for a reaction.

OOC: ((its quite alright, i understand that these things happen.))

[John Smith]

Let's see what this place holds for me... Glory and fame, or nothing but pain.

John could hear his own heart beat. Tuck tuck. It felt like it was in his throat. Tuck tuck. Faster. Faster! Beat faster little heart. It is time to shift into top gear. No time to waste. No time to reconsider your choices. No time to think. Only enough time to do or die. John ducked forward and to his right. Going below the incoming attack. His body twisted and he delivered a deadly right hook to his opponent's kidney. Little friend, you will piss blood for weeks to come. Not caring if this counter would hit or not, John's body twisted and his left fist went straight forward for his opponents face, hoping to catch his opponent by surprise with a combo attack. As the second attacker went out, the first attacker went back in to defend John's chest like the second attacker had done before attacking. His face was pretty much shielded by his opponents left arm until it withdrew, by then John's first attacker, A.K.A right arm/hand would also be shielding that area a little. During this attack, John's mentality had suddenly and surprisingly changed from his normally good natured mentality, to a more devastating way of thinking. And to top things, John had never seen or thought of this move before, but it was done without a second thought. An instinct buried in his spine.

Frightening. But also intoxicating. And John knew he would love fighting.

[Damien Blaze]

OOC: Again, apologies for the lateness

Now, as stated, the first strike is the one nobody really intends to land, since the other person is obviously going to be on his or her toes so as to avoid as much damage as possible. Damien wasn't a fool, he knew the opportunities such a first attack would leave. However, he didn't realize how fortuitous he would be in his opponent stepping and (I'm assuming) leaning to throw a hard punch to his ribs or kidneys. Now, Damien's punch wasn't going to just hang there in empty space. Like most punches, He retracted it in, the arm returning to its designated area of rest.

Right in the flight path of the punch the kid threw.

The fist slammed into his lower arm and elbow, Damien, at the same time, twisting and pivoting to put force behind the right handed blow he intended to slam into the now-left-centered man and not giving a chance for the other punch to throw for his face. He did it with an open palm, since a closed fist was tighter and took more speed out of the extension of the arm. It would connect with either the side of the face or the head, knocking the boy a good one, and probably causing him to lose balance. In which case, Damien would then follow up with a right jab, then a left jab, then a swift right uppercut, not leaving any room for the boy to maneuver or regain his balance as Damien would continue pressing forward with the strikes while the guy was off center... His punches were quick and hard, his head tucked down behind each striking arm, the other waiting hand used to defend while the other went on the assault.

Time to see what his opponent was made of.

[John Smith]

Mmm, John could not remember when he had last felt such a nice feeling. His knuckles punching a hard elbow. It felt so good. Like pounding on a brick wall. End of sarcasm. John was a bit annoyed that his punch failed to hit the target. And from what he picked up in the corner of his eyes, he felt even further annoyed. But that annoyance, was followed with another unexplainable rush of joy from this activity. It was true, his left hand could never reach Damien’s face in time, but he could certainly throw the attack, and from his slightly crouched position, his fist would be travelling up to find Damien’s face. Beautiful. The left side of his face was now covered by his left arm and shoulder. The palm would feel like nothing against these two muscular parts of his body.

But John’s left hand punch went wide, on purpose. The fist opened and gripped Damien’s right shoulder/upper arm in a sudden motion. John’s left leg slid forward and brought John’s body in really close to Damien. Between John’s side and left arm, Damien’s own right arm was now trapped. To further dominate his opponent, John’s right hand slid up his opponent’s back and grabbed the boy’s black hair. Yanked it back, while twisting his upper body to the right. With John’s hip against Damien, the result be similar to a hip throw, but not exactly. Damien’s upper body should bend back and the loss of balance would make most people grip their opponent with whatever they could to try and stabilize. But it would be too late at this point, John’s right knee was already rising up with a tremendous power, aiming at the point where the back of Damien’s head would be heading. Everything done in one graceful swift motion.

[Kyukaku]

Way more than 24 hours late, Damien Blaze is DQed. Regardless what was given in this fight was interesting enough to read. Good work and congrats, John.