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Post by dante on Apr 1, 2007 3:41:31 GMT 1
A bald man ranging around 5,7 to 5,8 could be seen inside a building, a building of which was the safe haven of many fighters. This man was the owner of this building, or rather this gym and training facility. Though he wasn't the only one inside at this moment, no another soul was present as well,
"Hey Jack mind if I stay here late tonight?" the other man asked the owner, Jack turning toward him with a smirk. He shrugged his shoulders as he threw the keys toward the other man,
"Knock yourself out, just make sure to lock up Dante." he mumbled as the keys continued flying toward Dante. Dante went bug eyed as he dove for the keys, catching them just barely as he broke from his training routine at the moment. Once they were in his hands, he quickly threw them in his gym bag and zipped it up,
"Time to see what that guy is up too." he spoke to himself as Jack had just recently left through the front entrance. Regardless, Dante rummaged through his gym bag, finding his cell phone as he dialed Laoch's number quickly. His eyes traveled around the room as he listened to the phone ring, enjoying the scenery around him. It was empty at the moment, just himself and the few heavy bags and what not around him. The blue mats like Egyptian cotton on his feet and the white walls looking like a vivid field of delight to him,
"This is Laoch." a voice be heard saying in Dante's right ear suddenly,
"Hey Laoch it's Dante... get your big ass over to {insert address} if you aren't doing anything. It's the place I work at, High Intensity so you might like it." and before anything could be said back, the phone was hung up. Dante grinned lightly as he threw his cell phone back into his bag, zipping it up once more as he cracked his knuckles. He would then begin to stretch himself in many different ways, many odd positions that required a great amount of flexibility but for him they were child's play,
'He better get here soon.' he thought as he crossed his ankles over each other and sent his entire upper body forward with his arms stretched and hands touching the ground to get the most out of his current stretch.
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Post by laoch on Apr 3, 2007 4:41:23 GMT 1
"Hey Laoch it's Dante... get your big ass over to {insert address} if you aren't doing anything. It's the place I work at, High Intensity so you might like it."
Laoch stared at his phone a moment before he mouthed 'fat ass.' Going to the laundry room, he rummaged through clothes, trying to find some clean ones since he was doing laundry that night. Finding a white tank top and some old faded denim jeans with holes near the ankles; Laoch quickly dressed himself trying to make as little noise as possible. Exiting out of the laundry room, Laoch grabbed his cell, his keys, and a soda out of the fridge. Making his way across the living room, he opened a door that to led to the garage. Pulling out his keys, Laoch unlocked the door to an old beat up white truck, that was more rust then white at the moment. Hefting his big body inside, he closed the door, started the damn thing, and was off toward Dante.
Pulling his truck over to the side, he shut off the engine, but not before the truck made the sound of a gun shot. Opening the creaky door, Laoch got out into the night, shut the door with a bit too much force, and walked over to the place called High Intensity.
Well one thing is for sure, everyone in the neighborhood knows I arrived; Laoch thought to himself as he went up to the door of the building. Grabbing the handle, he wondered if he should briefly knock, but decided against it. Opening the door, Laoch stepped into what appeared to be a training facility. Everywhere there was machines, weights, and loads of other stuff people from all walks of life could use to train. After taking a quick glance across the room, Laoch decided to find Dante.
Raising his voice so that it could boom across the expanse of the room he was in, Laoch yelled, "Fat Ass is here!"
Laoch crossed his arms across his chest and was intent on looking as foreboding as possible if Dante decided to appear before him, of course he'll just look silly, if it was the wrong building.
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Post by dante on Apr 4, 2007 19:29:45 GMT 1
As the door opened, a creak could be heard as Dante turned his head toward the sound, his eyes would be looking directly at Laoch, A.K.A. Mr. Skyscraper. A small grin graced is facial features as he stood up and stopped his stretches for a moment,
"Fat Ass is here!" a voice would be heard screaming in the confines of the gym that only two people inhabited right now. Dante used his right index finger to clean out his ear jokingly as he looked over to Laoch dully,
"What'd you say, I didn't quite catch that." he replied with sarcasm apparent as he made his way slowly over to Laoch. When he was about 3 feet away, his feet would stop as he grinned lightly at Laoch's attempt at looking foreboding,
"Very bad attempt there fat ass but let's not bicker on that." he teased, now deciding that Laoch's new nickname be fat ass. Granted he didn't think Laoch was fat at all, it seemed that Laoch thought Dante was thinking as much so why wouldn't he take the chance to be a sarcastic asshole?
'None.' he thought as he walked over to a rack with many different types of gloves, boxing gloves, bag gloves, MMA gloves, you name it. Regardless, Dante quickly grabbed a pair of black ones for Laoch as he picked a nice dark orange pair specifically made for him. He would throw the gloves over to Laoch as he put his own pair of gloves on and grinned,
"Tonight we are sparring," he started "I want to fight you. Not only that but I am trying to get in this one type of tourney and if I get into it I want to be ready for it so I am training even harder than usual to prepare for it. Plus fighting someone as big as yourself will be a good challenge since I don't fight people bigger than me that often and it'll be a good way to get used to fighting bigger guys in case I encounter more." he explained as he threw a headgear toward Laoch as well and a pair of shin pads and a mouth guard, all three being black of course and Dante's own gear being dark orange,
"Not only that but I am fairly certain you don't get to spar with people that much because they are scared of fighting a giant right? Due to that you probably don't get to apply your skills that much so it's a good way to make sure you aren't just one of those guys that looks good on the mits and you get proper training done know what I mean? Just keep in mind though this is just a spar, don't go all out with every bit of power you have. I'd rather not get injured before the tourney like a dumbass." he spieled, having slipped on all his gear during his little speech. With that said though, Dante quickly begun to slip into his stance.
First, his left foot would be placed in front of him, staying on the ball of that foot to make sure he could move quickly. His right foot would be on the ball as well, knowing he'd have to move VERY quick with Laoch since he could probably outgrapple him due to sheer size even if Dante did have a decent understanding of what to do in the Clinch aspect of combat. Regardless, his hands would be raised, his knuckles touching his eyebrows, perhaps a bit higher. Now that he was fight a person easily 4 inches taller than him, keeping his hands up high was REQUIRED as to not get his ass knocked out. His hands would be slightly open yet slightly closed, making it easy for him to close them to punch obviously or grab, and open so that he could parry any incoming blows. His chin was then tucked, his face being placed at 45 degree angle. By doing so, impact with his face would be reduced since his face wasn't completely straight as well as he wouldn't be getting punched in the throat. His elbows would tuck in a bit as well, making it easier to block any incoming body shots while just loose enough as to not make him uncomfortable,
"Any time you're ready fat ass!" he shouted sarcastically, grinning lightly as he would take the time he had to anyalyze his opponent. Obviously, weight and height were in Laoch's advantage, giving him more power and strength as well as reach. Though with strengths come weaknesses and they were that Dante would be faster, harder to wrestle with and submit if Laoch had any Ju Jitsu skills by chance (smaller limbs is hard to work with) as well as the fact if Dante could stay in the inside, Laoch's punches would be far less effective than Dante's own. As far as a fighting style went, due to Laoch's body build it was safe to assume he would use his weight and height and use lots of grabs just because of the fact he could easily overpower most people. Being a boxer was quite possible due to how huge he was and in a straight up boxing match he had have quite an advantage over a lot of people. This being said (or rather thought), keeping his eyes open for flurries was a good idea as well as many other things that a good boxer would do,
'Come on...' he thought as he grinned a bit physchopathically, 'this is going to be a lot of fun.'
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Post by laoch on Apr 8, 2007 7:51:59 GMT 1
((OOC: Sorry for the long response time, computer died.))
"What'd you say, I didn't quite catch that."
Laoch couldn't help, but grin as he saw Dante stride toward him. For Laoch it had been awhile since he met someone he actually enjoyed, he had his friends at school, but it seemed that most of the time they didn't know what bantering was.
"Very bad attempt there fat ass but let's not bicker on that."
Laoch watched as Dante went over to a rack where an assortment of gloves waited to be used. Laoch soon knew what they were going to be doing. Fidgeting with his class ring as he watched Dante pick out a pair of dark orange gloves for himself. Laoch thought briefly if he should persuade Dante that he didn't fight for no reason, but as the gloves were thrown at him, Laoch lost his nerve, and caught the gloves.
"Tonight we are sparring," he started "I want to fight you. Not only that but I am trying to get in this one type of tourney and if I get into it I want to be ready for it so I am training even harder than usual to prepare for it. Plus fighting someone as big as yourself will be a good challenge since I don't fight people bigger than me that often and it'll be a good way to get used to fighting bigger guys in case I encounter more."
Laoch understood Dante's reason since in the gym he seemed to be showing off and when Laoch made a comment about fighting it didn't seem to bother Dante. Laoch would try to spar his best with Dante, but afraid that his limited experience as a whole wouldn't help Dante too much. Setting the gloves aside he grabbed the headgear, mouth guard, and shin pads. All were black while Dante's were orange.
Didn't he also hand me a black jump rope and keep the an orange one for himself at in P.E.? I guess his favorite color is orange then, Laoch thought as he put the gear on. He listened to Dante talk about what Laoch had been afraid to bring up, but it made Laoch wonder if Dante saw right through him.
Laoch watched Dante get into a fighting position, Laoch couldn't tell why Dante had his hands like this, his arms like this, or his chin like this, but he guessed to someone who was experienced with fighting it meant something. Laoch put himself into a stance, that would most likely considered basic. He slid his right foot out in front of his body so it was about a foot away from his other leg. He kept his toes pointing at Dante as Laoch started to adjust his left foot. He turned his foot sideways a bit so it was facing off at an angle away from his body. Laoch bent his knees slightly so it was more comfortable for his body to stand that way as he brought his arms up. His right arm was leading, it was bent almost at a right angle at the elbow as his fist rested about a foot away from his chest, his left arm was far behind in distance, his left hand only about three to four inches away from his chest. Laoch sighed a bit heavily as he heard Dante say 'fat ass.'
Laoch thought to himself before they ended their spar he was going to get Dante to the ground and sit his fat ass down on him. Looking at Dante, Laoch gave a quick nod that he was ready as he quickly tried to mimic Dante a bit and bent his face down slightly.
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Post by dante on Apr 13, 2007 18:13:43 GMT 1
OOC: Dreadfully sorry for not posting in so long.
IC: Dante watched as Laoch slipped into a stance of his own, noticing that he didn't seem to actually be too experienced. That was a stance he had never seen once before in his life and when going about the road of life called JKD, the amount of styles you saw were too numerous to count,
'I guess we'll have to do a bit of training at the end of this spar. Their is no way in hell I am letting him get away with that stance and learning how to Thai Kick properly.' he thought as he stepped forward, knowing Laoch would wait for him to attack. Reach would be an apparent disadvantage for Dante here, 4 inches being the least probably that Laoch would have on him. Unfortauntly, Dante knew how to deal with reach in many ways and he would start by doing a rear push kick. As the distance closed, Dante would bring his right leg up as if he were shin blocking before immediately sending it straight toward Laoch's stomach. Since he had kicked with his rear leg, he actually was in a range that not even Laoch could hit him unless with a kick. Considering the fact that Laoch would obviously be far slower than Dante, he had very little worry of Laoch countering with his own kick.
Regardless, assuming the blow hits, Laoch would be slightly disoriented as he was pushed back a bit, Dante then quickly driving his heel to the floor. Letting Laoch get a hold of him wouldn't be a good idea and by driving his heel to the floor right after impact (or not), the odds of Laoch grabbing his ankle or leg were reduced. If his leg wasn't grabbed in anyway and Laoch had been hit by the push kick (or not), Dante would quickly step in with a jab. By stepping in with the jab, he would not only be able to reach Laoch's face, but also get inside his range making his options rather limited. Though since Laoch was a rather big guy, Dante would use jabs quite frequently when he started out with them, quickly bringing back his left hand as he sent another quick jab.
If the jabs were to hit or not, Dante would drop down, faking a straight as he bobbed his head along with that. Instead though, he would suddenly pivot after faking the straight, and go for a hook to the body. By doing so, Laoch's chances of blocking or dodging had been reduced since he'd most likely be faked out. Not only this, but Dante's hook would be very powerful since by faking the straight he had set up for a nice left hook to be thrown and pivoted to get his weight into the punch. No matter how resilent Laoch was, a 210lb fighter hitting him in the body, or rather his right kidney more or less, would hurt like hell if it hit since Dante was getting his weight into his punch. If anything were to be countered at any point or anything didn't go according to plan, Dante would do what was the most practical in that situation and he could pull off.
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