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Apr 8, 2007 1:39:03 GMT 1
Post by king on Apr 8, 2007 1:39:03 GMT 1
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Apr 8, 2007 16:58:20 GMT 1
Post by dante on Apr 8, 2007 16:58:20 GMT 1
OOC: The car: www.damox.com/cars/thumbs/Jaguar/Jaguar_XJ220_huge.jpg"Moo... wake up, don't sleep your life away. Moo... wake up, don't sleep your life away." an annoying voice could be heard repeating over and over again. Slowly, the eye lids of the black haired man that this cow clock belonged to opened, adjusting to the... oh wait it was fecking 2:00AM... light wasn't present. Regardless, he yawned loudly as he stretched his arms above his head, quickly slamming his right hand on the clock and shutting it off... and maybe breaking it but that wasn't important. The 6,2 giant cracked his neck with a light grin as he made his way over to his bathroom and quickly got into the shower. With god-like speed, the man finished his shower in about five minutes, something only accomplished through years of training in the art of quick showering. From there he quickly brushed his teeth and left the bathroom as he went back to his room. His hands quickly found themselves gripping the latches of a section of his dresser, opening it with only two articles of clothing present... a pair of dark orange shorts and a black muscle shirt, "Heh I never thanked you for these man... I'll be sure to do that when I win that prize money." he whispered to himself with a bit of arrogance evident in his tone. In the corner of his eye though, he spotted a cup, grabbing it as well with a nod to himself. Regardless, he quickly slipped into all the gear as well as his own shoes, deciding to wear a pair of wrestling shoes to help him in everyway possible. From there his feet would tread lightly now, sneaking into his parent's bedroom to see both of them sleeping... and snoring very loudly, 'Thank God my walls are damn near sound-proof or I'd never gotten any sleep.' he thought as he quickly grabbed the keys to the car and snuck back out. Once he had escaped the room, he would quickly go through the front door and down the little staircase as he faced the decision of which vehicle to use '... I can use the motorcycle and get a lot of wind in my face... or I can go with the safer thing and use the car which will keep me from freezing my balls off due to all the wind... I think it's obvious what we are using.' he debated in his mind rather shortly as he darted toward the car. He opened the door as he jumped inside, not fitting in it as well as he'd like but managed. Regardless, his right hand went into his pocket, taking the keys and quickly starting the car. As he was about to speed off though, a tap on the driver side window could be heard... feck!, "Hey Dante where you figure you're going?" his father would ask as Dante rolled down the window. Before he could even answer though, his father continued, "Wherever the hell you are going, don't forget to bring these dumbass." he taunted as he threw a case that contained his dark orange contacts. Dante grinned sheepishly as he mumbled a thank you and his father quickly left, "... he seriously freaks me the feck out with that type of shit." Dante complained as he rolled up the window and put his contacts in. With all said and done, Dante let his foot slam on the pedal, driving toward his destination and getting there quite quickly. X---Inside the gym---X "Woah this is amazing!" Dante shouted a bit startled as his eyes widened and a smile was plastered on his face. All these arenas, all these people, all this space... it was like he was already fighting professionally! 'This was worth waking up so damn early and I am not even that tired really. After all, all those years of all nighters playing Final Fantasy and every other awesome RPG sure as hell paid off.' he thought as he grinned foxily. Regardless, he quickly shot off toward where he be fighting, jumping inside the ring (quite literally and just barely making it with the help of pulling himself farther on the top rope) and searching for his opponent..., "Awww he isn't here yet!" he complained as he sat down cross legged, looking up at the ceiling. He sighed deeply as he soon went into stretching, doing a butterfly stretch to get his hamstrings and what not as he leaned forward with his arms stretched to get the most out of the stretch, "That guy better show up soon." he mumbled as he held the stretch for about 25 seconds before moving onto different ones. If their was anyone in the room that was unusually energetic... it would probably be Dante.
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Apr 8, 2007 20:54:09 GMT 1
Post by Dain Gavyns on Apr 8, 2007 20:54:09 GMT 1
The piercing, staccato, constant electric beeps broke through the still silence of the night like needles poking through the fabric of Dain's dreamscape, causing the young man's eyes to flutter open hazily.
"Who... in the hell..." Dain muttered through his haze of sleep, rolling out of bed to go to the bathroom.
"It's two-thirty in the god damn morning."
As he shuffled sleepily into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to do his business, a large note taped to the bathroom mirror caught his eye. He squinted at it, his eyes still not adjusted to the bright lights inside his lavatory, waiting for the blindness to fade away before he could read the piece of paper. Finally, his sight eventually returned, and blinking himself back into the world of reality, Dain finally snatched the paper from the mirror, lowering his boxers and multitasking reading the paper with certain... other business as well.
"Hey dear..." Dain read, phasing in and out of mental and verbal collecting of the given information, "Phone call... 3 am... tournament fight..."
Dain's reading was punctuated with a very audible sigh, and a flush from the toilet. Speaking to no one in particular, Dain shook his head, pulling the elastic of his boxer shorts back around his waist and slapping both hands down on the bathroom counter, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again, staring at his own reflection just a few inches away. His breathing slowed down, as he took it easy, breathing in, then breathing out, trying to wake himself up for the test ahead.
Whereas, upon this point, Dain would have usually cut some sarcastic comment for his own amusement, the young man just shook his head, pushing himself back up to a standing position. Wordlessly, he exited the bathroom, stopping for a moment to gaze upon the form of his girlfriend, Ran Ling Xiao, laying there, asleep for the most part, in the bed next to the empty space where he had once been. She had stirred a bit during the alarm's sudden klaxon blare, but, presumably since she was all the more aware of the fact that it was going to happen, did not wake to any full extent. Gazing upon her for that moment was the only thing to put a smile on Dain's face. Even then, it was merely a small, sad, thin-lipped smile, a ghost of the wide smile that once constantly graced his features. Even it, like all things good in Dain's mind, was quickly washed over, another sigh bursting forth from his lips, this one not even conscious on his part.
Dain had been, for all intents and purposes, a complete wreck since his move to San Francisco. Certain events at home, a huge fight with family, to be specific, had tugged at the man's heart for a while now. Feeling devoid of life, Dain simply pulled on a pair of loose black denim jeans and a tight, dark blue tanktop. This had, all that time ago in Varron, been the boy's staple in pre-fight getup, and the thought of this brought about a small twinge of nostalgia. Shaking it off with little emotion, Dain simply pressed on, walking out the door of his apartment, and heading to his Jeep.
-- Minutes Later --
If there was one thing Dain couldn't help but perceive as he pulled into the school gym's parking lot, it was the sheer number of cars already there. After wasting a few minutes looking for a parking spot, Dain grumbled slightly to himself. Time wasted was time better spent elsewhere, and he could have done it in the ring, preparing. Almost zombie-like, Dain shuffled out of his vehicle and into the gym, headed straight for the basement.
Once inside, the atmosphere changed completely. No longer was it a ghostly, empty gym, clear of students or faculty this late at night. Now, it had achieved almost nightclub-like proportions, with lights, people, and multiple fighting rings all set up simultaneously. In some arenas, only one fighter had appeared, in others, both, and still others laid bare, waiting for the competitors to arrive. The boy's blue eyes scanned each ring, looking for the one that was to be his own. "A3", it was marked, and Dain wordlessly made his way over to it. He climbed up onto the apron and entered the ring via the standard way, between the middle and third rope. His opponent was sitting on the mat, doing various stretches and calisthenics.
"It's a fight, not gymnastics," Dain spoke to him without any bravado or arrogance. To the outside world, it was seemingly as if he'd just stated a simple fact in a dull, muted voice. "So get up and fight."
With that Dain let himself fall backwards into the ropes, using their elasticity to bounce himself back up to a standing position almost nonchalantly, and stood ready for Burkot to get up from his ridiculously over-exuberant stretching.
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Apr 9, 2007 1:43:22 GMT 1
Post by dante on Apr 9, 2007 1:43:22 GMT 1
"It's a fight, not gymnastics," a voice could be heard saying. Quickly, Dante's head turned toward the voice, identifying it as his opponent since it would be kind of odd to hear it from anyone but his opponent. It seemed that his opponent wasn't arrogant though, having said his statement in a more or less neutral tone,
"So get up and fight." he'd add and finish. With that said, Dante smirked lightly as he stood up, cracking his knuckles as he rolled out his arms a bit,
"Sorry, I just like to stretch a bit to prepare for my fights. After all, I wouldn't want to lose to anyone due to something stupid like a cramp nor would you I assume." he started as his mind went into anyalysis mode. His dark orange eyes would travel around the man's body, a serious expression lodged deep within them. Regardless, it seemed the two fighters were near the same height, maybe one having half an inch on the other but overall it seemed Dante wouldn't have a reach advantage like he would have enjoyed. Obviously the man had long hair, but unfortauntly it was tied in a ponytail which would make grabbing it much harder (assuming because your bio says he does so before fights but if I am wrong I will change). His conditioning seemed fairly good but from just looks alone, Dante figured he'd probably have decent advantage as far as conditioning went. His clothes seemed casual for the occasion, thus not being too easy to grab if Dante planned to grab onto him but not exactly hard either. After taking that short moment to examine his opponent, he nodded to himself as he took a deep breath and started to slip into his stance,
First, Dante would begin with raising his hands high enough so that when he had them partially closed to get a snap when he punched but open enough to parry, the knuckles be touching his eyebrows. His elbows would be tucked a bit but relaxed in case he needed to move them to defend himself. From there, his chin would be tucked, his head positioning itself at a 45, maybe 50 degree angle as his eyes fell upon his opponent, the exuberance he had almost... flowing out of his eyes. Regardless, his right foot would go forward, deciding to start with a south paw stance for this fight. While he was normally right handed and his orthadox stance was better, he did train both stances and his south paw stance did not lack much when compared to his orthadox stance, if not, it lacked nothing. His body would suddenly raise a bit as he put himself on the balls of his feet, right now resting about 35% of his weight on his right foot while 65% was left to his opposite foot to handle,
"As not to be rude, my name is Dante Burkot," he would start as he grinned foxily, "the name of the man who is going to kick your ass!" he ended, shouting a bit loudly with his typical amount of energy but made sure to add sarcasm to his tone. After all, he didn't know his opponent at all, he didn't know if he could kick his ass for sure. While he was fairly confident in his abilities, he didn't want to come out as an arrogant piece of shit... or did he? Who knew Dante's intentions other than himself but that didn't matter. No what would need to be focused on was Dante as he moved forward toward his opponent, obviously having the intention to attack. Though one may ask, what would this black spikey haired man start with to attack his opponent? Simple, a right jab. Yes his assualt would start with a right jab, easily the fastest punch and attack (more than likely) that could ever be thrown. His right hand would sail toward Dain's face, attempting to hit his nose dead on and break it along with any other small bones located in the face... if they were fragile enough that is. The point of a jab wasn't really to inflict much damage, no it's purpose was just to disorient the opponent and counter them as well. This being said, the chances of connecting with said jab were tipped in Dante's favor but not 100%. Assuming it hits (or doesn't), Dante would continue his attack by following up with a right straight... yeah right. Going left, right, left, right in any combo was far too predictable and would probably get him killed unless his opponent was completely out of it. Thus, the better alternative would be instead to fake the straight right, making his opponent think that a right straight was coming by pivoting and dropping his shoulder slightly. As he did so, his head would also move with his pivot a bit, making it a bit more difficult for Dain to counter with an attack directed toward the face since it was a moving target. While it didn't improve his chances of evading blow dramtically, it did help a bit and every little bit helped. Regardless, as he faked the straight right and his left hand would return to his face, it would suddenly snap as it sent a hook toward Dain's right side, attempting to hit the kidney or at least somewhere around that area. Needless to say, Dante would pivot with this blow as well, bringing his right hand back to his face to protect him as well as moving his head again. If the left hook were to hit, Dante would react accordingly depending on the outcome and if his attack was foiled (which it more than likely would be), again he would react in the best and most practical way he possibly could in the heat of this battle.
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Apr 9, 2007 3:37:07 GMT 1
Post by Leon Loire on Apr 9, 2007 3:37:07 GMT 1
'2:15 a.m. Amazing how it's the weekday.'
The sudden movement of his wrist shuffled the loose silk of his azure button-up, the gloved right hand lightly shifting the cuff link farther up his left arm to allow the neon-green hands of time to shine forth, revealing the evening's motion forward.
'What a wild way to run the night.'
April had come, and Kurtz O'Neill's underground tournament had risen with it. The former Varronite Champion, Odin Reeves, was intent on defending his title, and fifteen challengers had signed on to try and dethrone him. Several of those men, in fact, were fellow Varronites, and a few of them were potential allies for Leon Loire in the days to come.
So that very same Senior student sat comfortably in the misty shadow of a local San Francisco club, drinking coffee and surrounding himself with noise and music to busy his mind. He had gone through the usual school day, taken a brief nap just outside of class, completed his assignments and came out into the world. The tournament was due to begin - for some unknown reason - late into the night, resulting in spectator and participant both to prepare themselves in a way that wasn't normal.
Standing up at the notice of the time, Loire placed his payment for the tab on the table before him, grabbing the disposable cup of steaming black coffee that stood near him, and motioned towards the door. He was intent on arriving back at Hircine High on time, and ready to take a proper seat.
==Thirty-seven minutes later==
The basement was livelier than any living person would ever expect. Its entrance typically ignored, the place was now filled with heat and sound, as contestants prepared themselves through exercises, spectators whispered rumors and possible victors to each other, and gamblers took those rumors to the next level and placed hard American currency on their names. The various rings were spread across the entire chamber, and those staffed by the host ran left and right, collecting tickets and taking the various bets.
'Interesting...'
Paying the admission and finding himself at the list of fighters, Loire's relatively heavy blue eyes felt rather comfortable behind his brown glass frame, the weight of his trench coat feeling like a warming blanket. He could sleep so peacefully... yet he resisted, knowing tonight was important, and knowing he'd end up skipping class tomorrow anyway.
"So we've got Taiku, Pain Killer, Dain, and Alkaiser? Well, that's four down I know, and I've heard of a few more here..." Loire whispered to himself as he wrote down the various matches onto a slip of paper, then strolling away, circling his choices and numbering the amount of cash he'd be willing to pay. Finding a nearby table that collected the various gambles, Loire slipped the small tab and a collection of four-hundred dollars to an employee of Kurtz.
"Fifty on each fighter listed, bet's on if they win their fights through actual K.O. or referee call, not default."
Leon knew that his choices were mixed between safe and risky bets, but it was only the start of the entire show. He anticipated that at least half of those he chose would make it through, while the other half had their own separate chances of defeat through various means.
'In the end, I should come out on top. Hopefully.'
Strolling over toward the seats with a bit of a slug, the young man finally found his ring of interest: fight A3, his friend Dain Gavyns against some kid Leon had never even heard of.
'Luck's to the guy if he gets away with less than a broken arm...'
Leaning back with a grunt beside some fidgeting, middle class man, Loire's framed eyes watched as his friend's opponent prepared a rather odd defense, then released an amusing yell of intimidation.
"Seems like everyone has to be the tougher one." Loire smirked, watching as this Dante struck forth at his friend with the usual jab method.
However, something was different. Dain's stature, his appearance... he wasn't like himself. What could that mean?
Either way, Leon felt his eyebrows furrow at a strange strand of concern. While he wasn't brought to believe any less in his bet toward Gavyn's victory, it felt strange that he would be in such a quiet mode during combat. He was always optimistic and lively; here he was being a statue.
'The hell's with him? Oh well, I'll have to check in with him tomorrow. By the end of all this, I know damn well we'll all be too exhausted to exchange any real words.'
Shifting uneasingly as he watched the battle continue, Loire's face seemed to frown deeper than normal - even with his exhaustion deepening.
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Apr 9, 2007 5:42:15 GMT 1
Post by Dain Gavyns on Apr 9, 2007 5:42:15 GMT 1
Dain's eyes were dead-set on this Dante. As the fighter revealed his name, Dain, despite his rather dour attitude, would have at least held the normal courtesy to give his own. However, it seemed the boy was more intent on yelling idiotic threats than bothering to hear the name of his opponent. Acting quickly, Dante threw forth a quick jab. Dain, however, had been studying the opponent enough beforehand, analyzing his stance and position, to have had a pretty good idea of the opening move.
From Dante's stance, it was apparent he was to start out, at least, in a mostly traditional boxing stance, albeit leading with the right instead of the left, as most right-handed people would do. This was of little importance to Dain, being typically left-handed himself, but it did give a big hint as to the opening blow.
A traditional first strike to a boxer is usually a quick jab with the leading hand. Thus, when Dante made a motion with that hand, Dain acted, throwing a punch out of his own. His right hand, from it's lowerd position, shot up in what could only be considered a hook of some nature, only this one was heading for Dante's own fist. Crossing Dain's body, his fist would impact at an upward angle with Dante's wrist, knocking its directed path away from his nose to a spot over his left shoulder.
Dain didn't stop there, however. After he threw his initial punch, his left hand came up as well, reaching up to grip Dante's punching hand by the wrist. He held it tight, likely only intensifying the pain from the blocking punch, and twisted it down, so that their arms were down to the side, and Dante's arm would be facing palm up. Using his right arm's position, Dain simply lashed out with a backhand, the knuckles of his fist coming from Dante's right toward his cheek. Unless Dante could handle two or three things happening directly at once, he'd be forced to immediately forego his combo plans and deal with the incoming attack, or else take a fairly direct hit.
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Apr 10, 2007 0:21:00 GMT 1
Post by dante on Apr 10, 2007 0:21:00 GMT 1
As expected... Dante's plan was not going to work as he hoped it would. While he loved to fight a challenging opponent, the fact of the matter was that he'd have to minimize the amount of damage he recieved as much as he could in case he advanced. This was the mentality he had going into the fight so as his opponent grabbed his wrist he already knew what he was going to do and attempted to twist it... get into the clinch game. At the moment, Dante had no idea of his opponent's grappling abilities and while he wasn't too great himself, he did have enough experience in it to deal with someone who had none. Not only that but the fact of the matter was, hurting someone in the clinch was a lot harder than it was in striking range (at least from Dante's stand point). This being said, it wouldn't be surprising for Dante himself to move forward and close the gap in between the two of them, keeping his hips into Dain. By doing this, he had effictively dealt with the back hand Dain had set out to deliver. Not only was it a weak shot as it was since he hadn't spun with it to gain momentum, but the fact that now his forearm only hit the side of his neck where the meat was, made it something that didn't even bother him. As he closed the distance though, his other free hand would do the hook like he had planned but now making it a palm strike toward the head. While it wouldn't be too damaging if the blow landed, it would be something that would shake Dain up a bit and disorient him since a slap to the ear hurt pretty bad but wasn't like breaking an arm. This wasn't the purpose of this attack though, damaging him wasn't too important to him now since he wanted to get in the clinch game. No he needed to GRAB onto Dain and limit his mobility at the sacrifice of his own of course. So right after persumably landing the hook (I am fairly sure you wouldn't be able to bring your right hand to block quickly enough since this is being thrown as I close the gap and your attack hits me.) or even if he hadn't, Dante would latch his left hand onto Dain's neck, gripping it tightly.
Though one might ask, what was Dante doing about the twisting of his wrist the entire timet? Other than resisiting by using his own strength to fight back, not much at all. The reason being was simply because twisting somebody's wrist wasn't that effective when they just resisted unless you were far stronger than them and they didn't have the strength to resist. Not only was this a factor, but another factor was the difference in weight between the two fighters. Considering Dante was a good 10-15lbs heavier, if anything just pure physical strength would probably be tipped in his favor. Thus, the damage Dain had planned to inflict upon Dante with that attack was very minisicule and could easily be ignored through sheer will along with adrenline. This being noted, as Dante would make sure to keep his hips into Dain and establish a fine grip on his neck, he would rip his wrist out of Dain's control. It would take a bit of energy but done rather easily due to the fact that slipping a wrist out of a grip was rather easy unless the grip was on a sleeve. Unfortauntly, the latter would not exist on Dante's body making his job easier. Once he had pulled out of the grip, he would quickly let his right arm sail upward to get an underhook grip on his opponent. If this were to work like expected by coming out in a boxing stance to make Dain more than likely assume he was up against a boxer and nothing more, once it had been made, his left hand would release the neck for just a second, if not, an even shorter time as his left and right hand made a gable grip. As it would be made, Danted would squeeze Dain to him tightly, crushing the air out of his lungs as best he could.
Yet a bear hug wasn't what Dante was setting up for this entire time. No what he wanted was to take this to the ground to minimize damage. To get to the ground both fighters of course had to be on the ground so what was a good way of doing that? Simple, tripping Dain and falling on top of him. Assuming the counter works up to this point due to the circumstances, Dante would let his right leg go behind Dain's left leg as he swept it out and walked forward. It was a simple yet effective way to take someone down and very practical as well as quick. If this were to work, as Dain would fall to the ground, Dante would make sure to break his fall using Dain as a 'pillow' more or less and would keep the gable grip tight. He would need to make sure that Dain wasn't going anywhere and the best way was to squeeze Dain into him. Considering the hard fall Dain would take, his back be damaged pretty badly at that point as well as having the wind knocked out of him.
If Dante were to get this far without fail, his next action would be to quickly slip his shin past Dain's stomach and his entire leg to quickly follow and establish a mount. If this mount were established, Dante would let punches rain down on the opponent's face, letting his fists be raised high to get as much power into each one as he could. If Dante were to get all the way here, Dain was finished without a doubt unless he had some extremely good ground skills to fight back. As usual though, if at any point Dante's plan were to be foiled, he would react accordingly and with the most practical thing he could do within the heat of this battle which looked like it be a rather... intense one.
OOC: Any problems with it or anything I need to go a bit more into detail with just tell me and I will do my best to work whatever needs to be worked out or cleared up. I think this is good though since I don't remember saying anything LANDED for sure except at best saying it had a high chance of landing.
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Apr 10, 2007 8:27:20 GMT 1
Post by Dain Gavyns on Apr 10, 2007 8:27:20 GMT 1
As Dante stepped forward, Dain, ever quick to read and even quicker to react, adjusted in accordance. The adjustment would only be slight and simple, easy to pull off with a modicum of success mid-move, and would require little extra thought or effort.
A simple twist of the wrist, a slight change in direction, and suddenly, instead of the flat top of Dain's forearm connecting with the meaty parts of Dante's neck, suddenly the bonier, harder edge of the forearm was on a collision course with Dante's temple. Considering Dante's mind was already on defensive mode AND offensive mode simultaneously, there would be little left for him to react to as Dain would suddenly torque his hips to the right as well, adding just that extra needed umph into the back-forearm, driving it harshly enough into Dante's temple.
No man, no matter how strong, durable, or well-built they are, can withstand a direct strike to the temple. It can easily incapacitate a weaker man fully, and even the strongest of warriors are at least foggy for a few seconds from the impact that simply rattles your brain against your skull. Dain would not assume his attack would be the knockout blow, however.
For that was soon to come.
After the impact (I'll assume it hit all full power for the sake on fluidity, at least), Dain let go of his grip on Dante's left arm, using the moments of his stunned state to toss the limb off to the side. After that, he used the torquing momentum of his body, initially for the backhand, to power into a hard, tightly hooking punch, angling up right towards Dante's jaw with knockout force and positioning. Even if Dante did clear the stars out of his eyes, he'd likely only just be in time to feel the punch connect.
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Apr 10, 2007 23:56:29 GMT 1
Post by dante on Apr 10, 2007 23:56:29 GMT 1
Dain's plan that was in effect currently was a good one, it would surely damage Dante if it made contact and give him the chance to hit him with something quite devastating. Yes, a shot to the temple, even if it wasn't too powerful, was still very painful and could easily disorient someone... if it made contact. The fact of the matter was though, it wouldn't be making contact where Dain had set forth to hit. The detail Dain forgot to realize as Dante stepped in was he was throwing a hook that actually HAD a hook in his arm. Unlike novice fighters, Dante made sure to have good form whenever he threw his hook and move his head to make hitting his head harder as stated previously. These two details would save Dante from getting hit on the temple as Dain had planned and a much more suitable thing would come out of these two details... Dain's forearm would hit the area between Dante's shoulder and tricep. The reason why this would happen was simply because Dain had to throw his attack at an angle to connect with the desired spot. By throwing a proper hook and bobbing his head down to the left for extra precaution (can't do it to the right since I am throwing a hook to the face... or rather ear), his arm would get in the way of the attack at the angle it traveled. Also putting into consideration the fact his arm was tense and flexing due to that while he threw the hook, the attack was even more nullified. It was a sad truth but it was reality... unpractical moves never worked on a fighter who used practical moves.
All this being said, the hook chances of landing were now increased tremendously because Dain had sacrificed his defense by attacking with the forearm and holding the wrist for so long. There was NO chance of his hand being quick enough to get up to defend the ear slap and dodging it when Dain had his mind set on changing the angle of his attack as well as holding that wrist was near impossible unless he had quite literally the reflexes of a cat even while preforming other actions. Assuming rather confidently he doesn't, as the hook connected, the inital reaction of Dain would of course be disorientation since while not being a punch, the ear slap had a nice sting as well as the power to push him off balance a bit since Dante would pivot during the attack. Considering this, Dain throwing Dante's arm out of the way like he had once planned would be rather inefficent since after getting hit like that anyone would be out of their game. If by some chance he hadn't gone through with the action though, the action Dante would preform as he established a fine grip on Dain's neck with his left hand, would be to yank his wrist (or arm, not sure since at first you said wrist but I think you said in the last post arm) Dain's control which would be even easier since his grip would weaken without a doubt.
Regardless of whether Dain tried to hold on or not, Dante would then let his right arm sail up for the underhook like previously planned and would follow out with his plan. Yes the gable grip would be made, and yes he would squeeze Dain into him to crush him while keeping his chin tucked as usual and his head at a 45 to 50 degree angle, but a small change in HIS direction would be implemented. Instead of going for the extremely simple and common sense technique of tripping his opponent, Dante would do one of the few slams he learned by attending his Wrestling classes as part of his plan at High Intensity. He would preform a basic slam he had learned from one of the few instructors located at this gym that required very simple moves that were easy to preform. As Dante squeezed his opponent into his chest and sapped the air from his lungs, Dante would lower his hips a few inches to gain leverage on his opponent. By creating this leverage, lifting his opponent was made far more easier and wouldn't be surprising to anybody around that had at least a partial grasp on how Wrestling worked, to see Dante bend backwards and lift Dain into the air like a piece of paper. His hips would turn to the right, throwing Dain obviously in that direction as he continued to bend, thanking God he had the flexibility to do this.
Regardless, Dain's body would fly and then slam onto the ground VERY hard, easily making whatever air hadn't been squeezed out of him escape his lungs. Easily this would disorient Dante's foe, making the next job of his easier. By slamming him the way he did and then turning to the right fully as he did so, when Dain hit the ground, Dante's body would be quick to follow and to be pressed on top of Dain with the gable grip still intact to keep him from moving. And like planned before hand, Dante would slip his right shin past Dain's stomach, establish the mount, and then send endless bombs at his face while rasising his fists high to get as much power as possible.
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Apr 12, 2007 2:45:51 GMT 1
Post by king on Apr 12, 2007 2:45:51 GMT 1
Dains sent me a PM, he'll get to you when he can.
He suffering from a bad case of over-scheduling and WTFs
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Apr 12, 2007 2:54:57 GMT 1
Post by dante on Apr 12, 2007 2:54:57 GMT 1
OOC: It's all good, so long as he has a good reason I am willing to wait. Which he does so that's covered .
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Apr 13, 2007 8:03:23 GMT 1
Post by Dain Gavyns on Apr 13, 2007 8:03:23 GMT 1
(OOC: You write way too much, and say very, very little. If you're going to put detail in your posts, make it relevant and coherent to read. I'm having an IMMENSELY difficult time understanding anything in your posts because you try much too hard to make them seem longer than they are.
Furthermore, refrain from pulling stunts like you did in your last post, saying that Dain can not defend accurately because his mind is set to attack, when you, yourself, are clearly doing the exact same thing. You insult not only my intelligence, but the intelligence of the moderators and the admins as well.)
When Dante made no attempt to avoid the forearm, his mind set on his own left hook, Dain's limb crashed into the younger boy's skull at the temple, a blow that would, without doubt, cause Dante to see stars, if only for a few moments. Dain, wasting no time whatsoever, would release the boy's wrist and torque his hips to the right, throwing a hard left hook directly towards Dante's chin. Since Dante would still be in a state of fogginess from the blow to the temple, his brain still rattling from the impact against his skull, Dain's knuckles would impact heavily into the chin of the younger fighter, the ever-so-slight upwards angle of the punch knocking his head up a bit, leaving Dain open for yet another attack, which he would quite generously give to the reeling Dante.
Following through with his punch, Dain stepped in with his left foot, putting the line of his body essentially perpendicular to Dante's. A quick hop back, or, in Dain's case, to his right, to space himself out a bit, was all Dain needed. As he landed, quickly and likely before Dante could recover from not one, but two shots to the head, Dain's upper body would lean back, away from Dante, and his left foot would shoot up in a picture-perfect high side kick, his foot cracking upwards into Dante's exposed lower jaw. If anything, the boy would likely be lifted off his feet, if only for the most brief of moments, before falling flat on his back, unconscious.
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Apr 13, 2007 22:41:05 GMT 1
Post by king on Apr 13, 2007 22:41:05 GMT 1
You have no need to comment on his behavior Dain.. This is a tournament, I'm the only person short of Taiku who gets to wear the big boy pants.
That being said, I recieved messages from both fighters regarding this, so I took the liberty of reading the fight. Normally I would enforce some disciplinary measures, but I'm going ahead to judge this already.
Dante, you have severely modded in this match. You have ignored blows (have you ever been hit in the neck? it is not something you do to avoid being hurt?), you have ignored the posts of others (Dain, not even arguing it, changed his move half in the middle of execution), retroactively changed your actions you wrote (you did not previously write in your hook that you moved your head), retroactvely wrote that you did a seperate actions during the same time (the move to avoid the blow and to the next and pretty much the same time), and several other things that directly go against this basic site rule.
This fight is over, Dain is the winner, and that last kick to the jaw will be considered the knock out blow, because I'd rather not have to make sure you obeyed the tournament rules when you can't even obey the sites basic one's
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Apr 13, 2007 23:25:55 GMT 1
Post by Director Troutman on Apr 13, 2007 23:25:55 GMT 1
You have no need to comment on his behavior Dain.. This is a tournament, I'm the only person short of Taiku who gets to wear the big boy pants. I actually spoke with Dain about this, Kurtz. In respect to the match I asked him not to just say 'Hey, I'm not posting because this is bull', instead having him adopt your own method of 'If it's impossible, I'm going to ignore it.'. Just to clear that one up, alrighty? The majority of his OOC remark was dealt with by me in advance in the interest you'd read over the fight and see what both mine and Ryans problem here was. I'd also suggest we discuss whether Dante is permitted to apply for future tournaments... Liam.
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