Tiao vs. Smith

[Tiao Lei Shen]

(OOC: Let's say were in a wide clearing in the junk yard. Random shit is lying around though, so it can give you that option to use it if you want. I'll leave first post to you.)

[John Smith]

So, I defeated Shamino ... Perhaps the first step towards a greater destiny. No, not perhaps. Definitely the first step.

No time to rest for the wicked. I stepped into the clearing. Clear of most junk, except some minor weapons I couldn't get myself to pick up. Not yet at least. But I kept my eye on several things that was going to become useful. Especially that 2½ foot long lead pipe lying near my left foot. I removed my jacket, but like the two previous fights, I didn't remove my hooded shirt. The shadows still keeping most of my face hidden, except my mouth and, naturally, jaws. The former was twisted in a mild smile. This was only the third tournament I had been in. Second time I had reached the finals.

And put together with my title at the new schools, my reputation gained from winning this tournament ought to be enough to keep wanna be fighters from attacking me because I was aligned with the school system. But that was politics and boring stuff I didn't want to think about right now.

Plus, I had to be ready for my opponent. The tiger was supposed to be one of the best fighters around. He did defeat Pain Killer in the former round, making him a major threat. Meaning he would just have to be broken completely. My eyes returned to the lead pipe near my foot. And the smile widened. Not yet. I got out a pair of black leather gloves, fingerless, oddly enough and slid them down over my hands. I knew what diabolic attack this kid had and I had been training on a method to counter it. But that was before my time as a pacifist. Before my memory had been wiped. Would be interesting to see if I still had that counter in me.

No matter. - Only thing left was waiting for my opponent. In brooding silence.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

Unlike the vice versa, Tiao Lei Shen had no knowledge on his final opponent for the evening. All he knew was that this guy somehow got past both Shamino Warhen and Akimoto, not easy by any means, even if he probably just took advantage of the other two beating this shit out of eachother. The two of them did have history, as Tiao remembered reading way back when.

Tiao approached the clearing, not recognizing the man who was actually Kvist. Tiao was unaware of any strategy or counter this man had ever thought up. In the end, it wouldn't matter anyways. Tiao had faced larger men this John Smith, like Pain Killer, and men with elaborately set up plans to take him out, like Dirk's gassing in the hallway. Both situations, Tiao had come out up on top, like he'd always had and always will. Tiao Lei Shen doesn't lose, especially not to a generic no name like "John Smith."

Tiao stood roughly four feet away from John when he came to a stop, squinting his eyes just slightly as he sized him up. Tiao's fight against Pain Killer had been a rough one, but both of them had done a great job of minimizing eachother's effectiveness. Save for a wicked bruising around his back, Tiao was relatively undamaged for the final round. Unlike most fighters, Tiao didn't follow the cliche of removing any clothing beforehand. Jeans and the khaki jacket had proved to been fine as it was. Tiao never wore something that would get in his way, always prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

Taking in the environment with his peripheals, Tiao noticed things thrown about the ground be it pipes, scraps of metal, or some loose chains. Tiao would keep those in mind, not specificially for his own use, but to be aware in case the big guy wanted to play dirty. When you didn't know your opponent it was best to be ready for anything, more specifically. If John didn't make the first move, Tiao would burst forward without saying anything, stopping short just in range to John's left diagnol. His right hand would swing quick and wide, aiming to striek John's left ear with the heel of his right palm.

[John Smith]

Ahh. The silent treatment. Not even a polite greeting. I liked that. Skipping the crappy formalities and getting straight to the fighting. Perfect. I lifted my arms up in a non-specific guard, moving my arms around randomly to confuse my opponent in case he was aiming for any weak spots in my guard. When he was close enough and I spotted his attack, I ducked below the attack. Minding that I was in a vulnerable position should he have anticipated this move. But didn't matter. For I raised my right arm would raise and protect the right side of my face while touching the outside of Tiao's right elbow. Pushing his elbow so it couldn't return straight to a defense, or my head for that matter.

But no counter would be worth anything with an actual counter attack. And that is where my left hand would come in. With a mean shovel hook to my opponent's lower right ribs. Definitely going to knock the air out of his lung and quite possibly break the weak ribs. I wouldn't stop with one punch. Unless Tiao decided to counter or moved away. I would repeatedly turn his floater ribs into dust.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

No conceited bragging. No attempts at witty banter. Tiao Lei Shen was just as satisified as his opponent at how he chose to display himself. Talk was cheap, especially if you couldn't back it up. Given how the two of them have never met (in reality in Tiao's eyes only), it was the best course of action to take. Having no aquaintance met nothing important could be said, at least not until they've settled the final round of the tournament.

Tiao's attack was simple enough, serving its purpose as it forced John to react in someway. John's own motions were simple enough. The simple motions were smart, not letting yourself jump the gun and over extend yourself. It would of been a great course of action to take, if Tiao hadn't anticipated the simple movements himself.

Upon being blocked, Tiao's right hand would clasp down on the right sleeve of John's, gripping the material just above the wrist and balling it tightly in his hand. At the same time, while John ducked, Tiao's left knee would shoot forward at an upward right angle, aimming to hit the same set of ribs John would attempt to strike on himself. Depending on John's balance, one of two things would occur.

If John's balance wasn't perfect and centered, the knee in accordance to his duck would likely cause him to fall backwards, merely being caught at an unlucky time by Tiao. If John's balance was perfect, however, John's body wouldn't move backwards with the force, likely causing it to injure the ribs much more severely with a fracture at the least. If this was to happen though, John would still be able to push his hook punch into its target, albeit with less force from the resistance Tiao put into their right arms, keeping him from easily turning his upperbody to the right.

[John Smith]

Things change. I noticed that when I ducked down, Tiao's knee was dangerously close - and it was coming closer to me. It was too late to stop the nerve signals that had been sent to my left arm and hand. But it wasn't too late to change the direction of the attack. But more about that in paragraph three. Tiao attempted to grab the clothing near my right wrist. But there was a massive difference in our strength. Tiao was strong for his size, no doubt about that, but I was strong for my size. And I was considerably larger than Tiao. Meaning that I was physically stronger. So, when Tiao grabbed the clothing, my elbow had already shifted for a downwards motion. I wasn't going to go for an elbow against knee strike. That would do more harm to me than good. And I was no fool. My elbow would hit an area above the knee. Hitting this soft spot with the force I put into my elbow, and the force he put into his knee ... It would be like he had been kicked in the crotch with a sledgehammer. Yeah. Kicked with a sledgehammer. I would be surprised if Tiao didn't just outright cry when my elbow struck him.

Returning to my shovel hook - Did I say paragraph three? Yeah, well. I meant paragraph two. Because of my elbow taking up most my momentum, punching my opponent in the floater ribs would be a waste of time. Not enough power in the punch to make it worthwhile. Instead, my fist hooked below my opponent's raised right knee. Hindering it from escaping to the ground. I was pretty confident that the former defense was enough to keep my opponent occupied for that moment it took for my right arm to reach around his only grounded leg. With my head deliberately put closer to his stomach to protect my face I pulled at his leg. Forcing him down on his back. Hopefully causing his head to slam against the ground and cause extra damage.

But I wasn’t done there. With a good hold on both his legs I begun to swing to my left. Forcing him to follow. At first dragging him across the ground before I got enough momentum to force him to get into the air. After a full aerial swing, I would let go of him. Allow him to fly in some random direction. And hopefully he would land on some junk that would cause extra damage to him. With that, I would reach down and pick up the 2½ foot lead pipe.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

As previously noted, Tiao was no stranger to fighting larger men. Had Tiao went to grip John's actual arm itself, the end result would have exactly what he would have assumed. However, Tiao was more than familiar with his own strength in comparison to others and wouldn't make such a rookie mistake like that. People have often said Tiao Lei Shen was overconfident, which may be true, but there was always a rationale for it.

By gripping the hoodie's sleeve, Tiao would prevent John's counter from going how he expected. Tiao had never meant to halt John, but simple to obstruct him. When John turned for the elbow strike, his arm would indeed move, but his sleeve would not, not until the fabric stretched to its limit. John would still save his ribs from the knee strike, only instead of the elbow it would be more his forearm and/or wrist, as the arm would get caught within its own sleeve.

With the hoodie's sleeve still in his grip, Tiao would pull the sleeve back towards his own right shoulder. With John's arm caught somewhat in the sleeve, he'd have a lack of leverage that Tiao had now gained, possibly pulling John back to his own left. If John kept a strong core, it was more likely that the hoodie would begin to pull up over John's head instead. Either way, the end result would be Tiao planting his left foot down, with the aided momentum John's block had put into it. As Tiao would pull the sleeve to his shoulder, he'd twist his hips to the right, bringing his left palm accross his chest for a hard palm strike to the right side of John's chin.