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Apr 8, 2007 1:40:18 GMT 1
Post by king on Apr 8, 2007 1:40:18 GMT 1
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Apr 8, 2007 6:37:38 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 8, 2007 6:37:38 GMT 1
Round one. The beginning of the tournament, the first blockade in Odin’s path toward defending the title he had earned no more then two months ago: Hircine Tournament Champion. This title was just that, a title. It held no authority over anyone, it didn’t define him in the halls of Hircine, but that was due to his choices. He hadn’t walked around flaunting that he had gone past both Hircine and Varron peers alike. He didn’t reminisce with others in the cafeteria. No, he stuck to his schedule, resumed his training the day after winning, and had improved his over all fitness, and if possible his strength – without gaining weight or losing the snap in his strikes. He felt ready for whatever challenge was put in front of him, his mind was focused, muscles warm yet relaxed, fists clenched tight.
Despite the time, despite the crowded basement full of both rings and bodies – which held the majority Odin couldn’t tell – he had still been able to find himself a lone area. No one else was within 10 feet of his being, no one daring to disturb the impressively built young man. This is where Odin stood, his focused on the crack inches in front of his feet. His mind was circling around the same vision, but it wasn’t him against an opponent with an unknown face, like it had been prior to some other matches. No, he was envisioning a tiger circling around its prey. Stalking it until it’s fear took over, paralyzing the animal. He felt he was at the top of his game; he was on edge while hungering for the taste of his prey, for the taste of an exciting fight. That’s when he was approached by one of the men who had held put up the rings, he was told to follow him to the ring.
Walking up the steps on the corner Odin looked toward the rope confines that would imprison him for an unknown time. He could tell that they were smaller then usual, no longer regulation sized. This meant the fight could easily turn into a slugfest, with minimal running away if any. This pleased the high school senior, as it was just his type of match. Slipping underneath the top rope Odin stood, waiting for his opponent, whoever he might be. His ankles were taped; shirt removed, and only black boxing shorts present on his body. The same attire from the tournament prior.
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Apr 8, 2007 21:02:22 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 8, 2007 21:02:22 GMT 1
Round One: The first fight, and the first blood of tonight. Auroth had never really got involved in Tournaments, he opted to instead watch the battles from afar and secretly. However, there was that one time he did get involved, and he won that one time he did join. The man received the elusive title as Grade Captain, a title that was sadly short lived. Anyways, since then, he never got involved.... However, that was no fun. So for this tournament, he decided to get in and fight. He pondered how his style would fair in a mixed martial arts contest as he signed up, with a glint of curiosity in his azure eyes... That was a few days ago.... Since then, the man has been training for this day. He visited the gym and sparred against various people, testing his style against what was to come. He honed his body by weight lifting and running for what seemed to be hours on end. By the end of it all, his body was ready. As for his mind... well, he honed that was well. Meditating in the woods helped clear out the stress and anxiety for this match, as well as give Auroth the pin-point perception he possessed ages ago when he was a active fighter. Shortly put, Auroth was ready for this fight.
Auroth walked into the club, his presence like a shadow as he maneuvered around the lumbering masses that came for the battle. He knew not of his opponent, or of his capabilities.... But figuring them out is half the fun. Anyways, he spotted his opponent in the ring, tall and well built. From what Auroth could tell, he seemed to be a striker of some sort, primarily due to his built as a fighter. Taking off his white trench coat, the man walked in the ring. He wore a simple white T-shirt and some white work-out pants; flexible enough to give Auroth maximum mobility. He stepped over the ropes, his lithe and yet muscular body making barely a noise as he passed over the ropes. For a brief moment as he entered the ring, he examined it, and took note of how small it was. It would look as though Auroth would be forced to fight blow for blow, which would severely limit his fighting capabilities, especially against this striker. However, such thoughts had no effect on his face, and from it appeared Auroth was calm, relaxed and in control.
He would keep silent, trying to keep his focus as he respectfully nodded his head toward his opponent. Upon closer inspection, the White Angel realized that his opponent was Odin Reeves, the previous tournament's winner. At that point, Auroth knew he was in for a hard time, but he didn't despair. On the contrary, his face seemed to brighten for a moment with a gentle smile as the thought to shedding blood against the previous champion swirled around in his head. That's why he signed up really, to savor and enjoy the thrill of the fight. At Varron, he found joy in the simple pleasures of beating the snot out of people or getting the snot beaten out of one's self. He would probably lose to Odin though, as Auroth was after all out of touch with fighting, but the sheer thrill of the fight would be reward enough.....
Not wasting any time, Auroth moved into his stance. Moving his right leg back and away from Odin as he positioned his left leg forward, shoulder length apart from one another, he moved into his standard stance. His legs were slightly bent, allowing Auroth to easily switch around weight in order to avoid attacks or put his entire weight behind a strike. He twisted his body to point his shoulder to Odin, with his right hand hovering right below his chin in the form of a fist. His left hand his extended three-fourths of the way out, forming a fist that was pointed squarely at Odin. With Auroth stopping where he was, the two were about three yards away. This stance was a product of Tae Kwon Do, a style that sadly isn't that effective. However, with his knowledge of other arts, Tae Kwon Do has shifted from ineffective to extremely useful in many situations, through Auroth's own ingenious blending of the arts.
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Apr 8, 2007 21:53:40 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 8, 2007 21:53:40 GMT 1
For a brief moment Odin’s focus was distraught, manipulated even, to a memory of the past. This break in concentration was derived from the appearance of his opponent. It wasn’t that he knew the individual, or had fought him before; it was just that his height, build, and even style of clothing reminded him of his first final round opponent. The two seemed similar, despite the obvious differences in hair color and facial structure, but this could’ve easily been contributed to the fact that in his match against Aryck he had left out nothing, his animalistic like rage drove him to victory, and tonight Odin felt the same brewing inside of him.
After a split second Odin’s focus returned, only more guided so on making this a good fight. His brows dipped over his narrowing eyes, his lips pressed together as though stuck together with an adhesive. He certainly looked ready to fight, and showed it through his body as he moved forward with his left leg, closing off part of the distance between them. Now there was just a body’s length between the two fighters, not enough for a charge, not close enough for a surprise strike. This was the perfect distance to start off, at least in Odin’s opinion.
Hands raised, each circling around in their respective area – right fist by his chin, left a quarters way extended from his body, roughly neck high. He showed he was ready to begin, eager to begin, and so he did, as soon as his opponent stepped back, raising his hands up into guard. Odin’s eyes categorized the stance, making note of the distance each hand was away from his body, the width of his feet, small mental proceedings that further drive his instincts home. Moving forward he began a soft shuffle, bouncing lightly on the balls of his bare feet. He moved in, well within the distance of either of his opponent’s legs, moving in close enough to strike with his experienced hands.
Never one to start off lax or timid Odin threw out his left hand, an obvious opening move seeing as it was a jab. Only, it wasn’t just a jab. It was a jab with all the basic characteristics needed – speed, snap, precision – but it was also much more advanced, having angles to play off of. The reason why it had an angle to play off of was because Odin’s left foot slid out in a diagonal. This brought his entire frame over to his left, making what would be a straight punch past the extended left hand a straight punch beginning near the middle of the wide open space between both hands. But that wasn’t the only reason Odin had done this, he moved away from any upward kicks to be preformed by the front leg, only able to receive quick-weak kicks that would make a fly itch. He also brought himself in closer to the back leg, notably so that should it be thrown at him in most cases he’d be able to move in, absorb the blow, and trap it. That is, should a kick be thrown, that was yet to be determined, as Odin’s left fist was the only limb striking.
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Apr 9, 2007 5:28:37 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 9, 2007 5:28:37 GMT 1
Auroth watched, his cold blue eyes observing as Odin got into stance and moved toward Auroth. At that point, the fighter conjured that Odin was going to go for a strike. His stance heavily suggested it, and with that the White Angel went with his gut and decided to go with the flow. As Odin shuffled in, Auroth calculated what he could in the split second he had. Obviously, Odin could tell that Auroth here was going to go with a kick. After all, he rushed in quite confidently in order to avoid his legs. It was that, or that Odin here just wanted to go in and start right off the bat with a good clean punch. Either way, this presented the first challenge that Auroth would encounter this fight. His face smiled eagerly, as if anticipating the joy of the battle. As soon as Auroth guessed when Odin was going to punch, Auroth swiftly moved back. His entire body slid across the mat as his back slightly moved back, moving with the punch as it collided with his chest.
In other words, the punch connected....
However, due to Auroth's movements, the pain was significantly less, reduced by at least half it's power. The man's face still revealed a expression of pain, the punch still had power behind it despite his attempt to soften the blow. However, it was now that Auroth was going to retaliate. Odin's extended body left him open... The only problem was the time slot he would have to hit Odin.... However, with Auroth's intense speed training this wouldn't be a problem. His right fist shot forward, following the trail that Odin's fist took, except reverse. Hopefully, with Odin moving his hand back he would as quickly react to Auroth's punch as other wise. The aim for his strike was to hit the jaw, with enough speed and force so that it would greatly disorient the man. At that same time, Auroth would twist his body, motioning himself into a kick to the back of Odin's knee with his back leg. The kick would be crisp and have a snap to it, with enough power to hopefully knock Odin down....
Auroth remained calm and relax, the stress of the battle not yet weighing upon him. If anything, he was eager.... anticipation in his face as he awaited for the battle continue. He knew not what compelled him to enjoy this struggle, yet it was with this morale that motivated him, forcing him to rush into the fray.
"I want to savor this fight...." The silent man thought to himself.
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Apr 9, 2007 5:54:28 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 9, 2007 5:54:28 GMT 1
His jab struck, a rather precarious thing at the beginning of a match. Over fifty percent of the time his opponents had either dodged or blocked his opening punch, which usually lead them further down the rabbit hole. In this case he had a nice clean, if not fairly moderate, strike. It seemed best to have aimed toward the body, a differing move from his usual opening attack, but a welcomed variation.
Snapping his front hand back his body turned over to continue down the path of winning, the best way to do so was by throwing another punch. As his hips and shoulders turned over, allowing him to properly throw out his right hand in an inward angle straight toward the chin, the side of his front left knee was struck by the back leg of his opponent. The move didn’t shack his frame, nor did it case him a great deal of pain. It had struck bone with a thin layer of muscle around it, but didn’t connect with the soft spot that was often the target. The only reason for this was because upon moving to throw his second strike his foot turned over, thus allowing the proper technique and push from his back leg.
Sturdy, and in the middle of throwing a second punch, Odin’s instincts told him to press forward, to rush his opponent. Having never gone against his instincts he did just that. His straight right hand turned into a more of a feint, still with some serious power, only without the precision that usually followed. The angle of his fist dropped down so that if Auroth didn’t move he’d be struck on his left pectoral. Disregarding his right punch Odin pushed forward, his right foot doing a stutter step as it came in line with his front foot then had the ball planted on the canvas. The step was completed when Odin’s left foot stuttered forward as well. This made the gap between the two men miniscule, but also gave Odin the balance and footing to actually step forward with his right foot. He did so with the intention of it on the inside of Auroth’s left foot as he dropped his shoulder down by hunching his back.
By dropping his shoulder he’d be able to not only thrust forward, but also wrap his right arm around his opponent’s left leg. It’d first connect with his opponent’s thigh, but instantly move down to the back of the knee. While his right side was busy his left was not inactive. The near complicated set of steps and hand placements didn’t leave one side of his body incapacitated. His left arm was also reaching out, trying to grab at the fabric of the training pants. This had two purposes, one was stopping Auroth from kneeing him, the other was to help manipulate his body. Because as Odin applied his weight, thrusting his shoulder into his opponent’s waist, his right arm would be tugging at the back of the leg. As the two bodies went down he’d try to turn himself toward his left, stopping his opponent from falling into the ropes, or through them. His left arm would help with this by pulling on the leg, helping to direct his body into a quarter spiral spin to the canvas.
From there Odin wouldn’t both with trying to lock a leg and go for a submission. His lack of hesitation would lead the focused individual to attempt to mount his opposition, and then rain down with concrete fixtures, better known as hands.
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Apr 9, 2007 14:48:51 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 9, 2007 14:48:51 GMT 1
Auroth watched as his punch connected.... To no one hit knock out that he had hoped for. Seriously though, Auroth wasn't expecting a instant win or anything, but he did expect a better reaction from his opponent as oppose to the silence he received. His kick wasn't good either, barely creating any reaction from Odin. However, Auroth didn't have time to angst over his punch and kick; Odin was already on the offensive. The lithe man quickly weaved and ducked out of the first punch by moving his head to the side, barely missing the punch. Suddenly though, he felt a pressure on his left pectoral. Looking down, he saw Odin's hand leave his chest. He was too wrapped out about dodging the initial attack that he missed Odin's second punch. Luckily for him, the pain wasn't that bad, his pectoral was strong, reinforced by the muscles that he had honed there. However, he made a mental note to never fall for that again. Lumbering back, the man prepared for the next set of attacks, his face bearing a dark grin....
"That was fun" He thought to himself, his face still bearing that smile....
Odin rushed in, hulking down as his shoulder rammed toward his body. It was at this moment he noticed Odin's right and left hands, out as if ready to catch his legs. It was a wrestling move, and a move that Auroth knew quite well how to do and how to counter. Quickly his hands shot up, both of them moving on the inside of the two stretched out hands. His speed was impressive, his precision pin-point as he basically shot in a under hook around both of his opponent's arms to trap Odin. Auroth at the same time would sprawl on top of the man, his two hands trying to force out Odin's arms and at the same time forcing his head down toward the ground unprotected. So as Odin's weight pushed against the White Angel's, the man pushed back by applying the pressure of his under hook to fill his opponent with pain, assuming his counter works after all. At that point, the White Angel would continuously knee his opponent's unprotected head.
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Apr 9, 2007 17:04:30 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 9, 2007 17:04:30 GMT 1
The sprawl tactic of his opponent had worked, but only to an extent. The taller mans body was to weak in comparison to Odin’s, and so his under hooks failed at pushing out Odin’s main weapons. His grips were in tight, and they’d remain there as long as he wanted. His right arm had wrapped firmly around its target, his left was still more extended and trying to prevent a knee. In fact because of the sprawl his left arm was no longer able to reach the extended leg, so he prevented it from striking him via knee by folding his arm in at the elbow, allowing for his forearm to not only absorb any blows, but also deflect them off to the side due to the angle of his bend. But now Odin wasn’t in his usual position of dominance, something he had to change.
Taking a few moments he fought against the sprawl, keeping his right hand tugging at the back of his opponent’s thigh in order to keep the possibility of a takedown a real threat, and also switched his thrusting shoulder from right to leg.. His left remained trying to prevent knees from striking while also grabbing the leg, yet to truly do so though having a few near-catches. All the while he fought the sprawl he was bending his legs inward, switching his feet a little, getting into the perfect position. To anyone else it would look as though he’s just fighting the sprawl maneuver, like any wrestler would, but he had more to it then that.
With his right foot still in front he had brought both in closer through his shuffling, bending his knee’s a bit further and forcing more of his weight forward into his opponent’s hips so he wouldn’t really be able to tell the difference. With his feet now more so under his body rather then extended he let out a fierce yell, not for intimidation, though he probably scared one or two individuals. The yell was to release all the hair from his lungs, strengthening his muscles as he exploded upward into a standing position. But the stand was half-baked; as Odin knew by doing so he’d bring Auroth’s legs into his body. His left arm would wrap around the right leg, keeping close to his frame and more to the side of his frame. He’d also bring his opponent’s left leg there, only on the other side, but with less hassle and more control.
A split-second after he reached his vertical base his left foot pushed off the ground and his right shoulder peeled back. His entire body pivoted over on his right foot as his right arm really started to tug on the controlled leg. His body spun 180 degree’s he brought his left side forward, thrusting his shoulder forward and really pulled back with his left arm on the upper thigh of his opponent. Odin would land on his left knee, pushing his weight atop it, but also creating a whip-lash type effect to send his opponent spine-and-head first into the center of the ring.
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Apr 9, 2007 17:45:00 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 9, 2007 17:45:00 GMT 1
Sweat was falling down his face now, as the excitement from the fight continued to rile Auroth up. His face lightened, holding onto the under hook while Odin grabbed the ends of his leg. Stretching further and further back, Auroth subtle but surely loosened Odin's grip as he noticed how the man was positioning himself. It was obvious to see that Odin was going to try and hoist Auroth up. He had sparred against many wrestlers, and thus easily recognized this move. He began to move clockwise as Odin shuffled, positioning himself back to the center of the ring. He could sense that Odin had not yet noticed the extent of how much his grip had declined. It was still there, but not as strong as before. If anything, his sleek sports pants would easily shrug off Odin's grip.... Just from the virtue of the fabric they were made from.
It was then, the moment that he saw that Odin was going to burst out and stand up that Auroth would make his move. In the instant Odin stood up, Auroth pushed himself off Odin, his quick hands pushing off Odin's shoulders, as he tore away his legs from his opponent's grip. His pants were probably torn, or something like that... But it didn't matter, this was a fight... Clothing can come latter. Anyways, Auroth would be a few feet or maybe yards away from his opponent in the central area of the ring, both of them sent back to square one. All the while, that disgusting smile of joy was still upon the White Angel's face. He wondered if his foe saw this, but it really didn't matter. The sweat was falling down his face now, as his piercing cerulean eyes just staring darkly at his foe.
He then moved into stance, his legs standing roughly shoulder width apart, left leg out and right eg back, as he raised his hands, this time to a slightly different variation of his previous stance. His left hand extended three-fourths out, as his right hand hovered as a fist around his chest area. While minor in appearance, this stance was a karate stance, even if it looked extremely similar to his Tae Kwon Do stance...
Whatever, it didn't really matter did it.... For now, Auroth was waiting, watching, trying to understand his opponent. Before moving onto the offensive, Auroth wanted to first learn of his opponent and his weaknesses. Odin might think it strange that Auroth is playing defensive, but the man had no intention to do so. More accurately, Auroth didn't want to rush in headstrong without any idea of Odin's capabilities, and so has decided to lay off offensive tactics.... For now anyway....
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Apr 9, 2007 18:08:54 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 9, 2007 18:08:54 GMT 1
While Odin’s attempts at another slam were foiled he wasn’t the type to sit back, go over the process, and find out what when wrong. It wasn’t his style; it wasn’t part of his coding. He had felt his opponent shuffling around, just as he had, the only problem is that he had failed to reposition his grip when necessary, and so it lead to his opponent escaping from his grasps on his spin.
Odin’s body still went down though, and with free hands he was able to plant them both on the canvas as his left foot dug into the surface and pushed off. He had launched himself like a sprinter, a sloppy, armature sprinter, but one nonetheless. His frame hurtled forward like a javelin being thrown with power instead of grace. He wasn’t about to let his opponent gain his footing after landing, let alone a stance. While some matches called for more of a gentlemen’s approach, this was not one of them.
Given the small distance of the ring, and the fact that his opponent wouldn’t be able to push to far back, Odin’s right shoulder would find itself pushing on Auroth’s waist in a matter of moments. His arms clutching around the back of the thighs, trying to grab muscle rather then clothe. Odin’s weight would be directed southward, as he had under half the length of the ring to bring his opponent onto the mat. If he failed to do so the slender individual in his grasps would most likely be pushed through the ropes and on top of a few spectators – there specifically to break his fall.
Should his attempt at a takedown go down properly and Auroth had the majority of his back on the canvas, Odin would move directly into mount, or the closest thing to it. He’d firstly try to pin his opponent’s right thigh to the mat with the use of his left knee. His hands would keep the lithe student roughly pinned down as his right leg slipped up past the remaining limb. Odin’s body would follow, and he’d sit down somewhere between his opponents stomach and chest. Primed and in position his hands would be unleashed at first, no draw back, into straight forward blows with a slight inward curve as to not go to far and hit the canvas. It was enough of an angle to directly strike the chin or cheek on the side, rather then from straight down. His fists would continue to rain down, only with various punches being thrown in light of whatever defensive measures were taken.
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Apr 9, 2007 20:41:03 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 9, 2007 20:41:03 GMT 1
Odin underestimated Auroth's speed, doubting how fast he could return to stance. Simply put, to train in Kung Fu and Martial Arts for that matter wasn't a "Twice a week" thing, it required dedication and perseverance. Auroth had practiced daily returning into his various stances, so much in fact that returning to this stance was second nature to him. He would come home from school, and immediately would go out and hit the gym to do some strength and speed training as well as practice his katas at lightning speed or as slow as a snail; any imperfection in his form would reveal less than perfect control. So the moment Auroth hit the ground, he was already in stance. His face was determined, looking for any flaws to which he could exploit from his foe. He remained calm and relaxed, keeping his mind in control despite the joy this fight brought him. Truthfully, he wanted to fight blow for blow, savoring the pain he was receiving and dishing out. The grin on his face was still there, unchanged by the mad rush that Odin made....
Odin was fast, make no mistake about that, but in a contest of speed Auroth could tell that he had the faster reflexes. When it came to punches and hand techniques, Odin would probably be a bit faster than Auroth, but the man knows he is overall much faster then Odin.... Or at least compared to what Odin has been showing him.
Odin was coming in now, with this hastily prepared take down as oppose to Auroth's near instinctual return to his kata. Weighing his options the time span given, Auroth decided to move onto his counter. Auroth exploded forward, his right knee coming right up to Odin's face. Auroth was aiming for the nose, and if properly hit would cause the nose to bleed and eyes to water. If the knee strike struck the temple, then Odin would be disoriented for quite some time, possibly the entire match. And finally, a jaw strike would result in the head snapping back, with a great deal of pain ensuring. Hell, any attack to the head would result in a very messed up head. Even a hit to the forehead could leave Odin with a concussion if Auroth struck dead on. Due to the speed in which Auroth was coming out, and the speed Odin was coming in, blunt and uncontrolled as oppose to controlled and graceful, Auroth was sure that Odin couldn't humanely catch his knee, and dodging would ne nearly impossibly due to the speed Odin was coming in: Inertia right? Anyways, Auroth timed his knee at the opportune moment; just far enough to avoid getting taken down yet close enough to not be able to dodge.
If his attack worked, then Auroth would press forward with a series of punches, all aimed around the facial area of Odin. The knee strike, if it hit, should be devastating enough to leave his opponent severely disoriented and possibly unable to retaliate for some time.... The head is a weak point after all.... And during all this, Auroth possessed his trade marked grin, stretching ear to ear in perverse pleasure.....
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Apr 9, 2007 21:17:44 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 9, 2007 21:17:44 GMT 1
A strike from the knee: The most used, and best type of defense against a wrestler. Odin knew it, his opponent knew it, but could he react to it? In the time took to both see and reply to the knee was out of the question. Simply, no one had the reflexes to rush in from a short distance, see a knee coming toward them, and then do something about it. This wasn’t an animated program where the attack came around for a few seconds with the receiving character’s eyes going wide in horror at their misfortune. This was a real life fight, and so it left Odin with little chance to avoid the force of the blow, but who says he was to avoid the blow?
What is the most common action performed when running, besides pumping the legs? Swinging the arms. Odin’s arms swung in a diagonal pattern in front of his body, almost forming an ‘X’ shape as he came in with his few mighty steps. As he did so his opponent decided to throw out an attack, coming from underneath Odin’s body and into his range of sight. His right arm tensed, provided resistance on its downward motion, and over all pushed back on his opposition’s thigh as he continued forward. The only difference in Odin’s steps now is that he was right in with Auroth, not even half a second after inadvertently blocking the rising knee his shoulder would pressed into the squared hips of his opponent and Odin’s downward descent would begin and finish. It wouldn’t be all that hard to bring the lighter individual to the ground seeing as he provided his own lack of balance by rising up onto one leg. Odin’s right arm wouldn’t really be able to grab anything during the fall, but would attempt to pin the left leg of his opposition the moment they hit the ground. His left arm would naturally wrap around his opponents waist, a form of controlling his center of gravity, combined with the fact that the situation had changed and the leg was no longer available.
The ground game would be different, Auroth would most likely hit the ground harder then Odin had initially intended, due to the lack of resistance provided by being on one leg. Odin’s right hand would go to pin the left leg down, Odin’s left knee doing it’s best to force it’s weight atop the right thigh, keeping it twisted so that he had a broader range to press against. From there, mounting his opponent would be easier, and his game plan would follow like it always had.
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Apr 9, 2007 23:01:33 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 9, 2007 23:01:33 GMT 1
Auroth was amazed at the speed to which Odin blocked his knee to the face... It seemed he simply refused to get socked. However, what was more appalling was the continuation of Odin's attack. There was no fancy mirrors, or distractions which would be devious in nature... Only just the straight forward single-mindedness that Odin has been displaying.... But such a display was rather stupid as well..... It made Odin's moves all the more easy to predict and defeat. What Odin was probably going to do would be as usual: Mount and then pound. Due to Auroth's awkward position, the warrior would indeed be forced to the ground with a take down. He indeed did hit the ground hard, but not as hard as Odin suspected. As he fell back, Auroth liberated his legs from their positions to wrap themselves around Odin in the blink of an eye, so to speak. Auroth was sweating now, his dark smile still upon his face as the battle took a new turn. Auroth had been well instructed in the form of ground fighting and grappler; an art which is essential to the complete fighter. His chosen Art was wrestling: a style that had been proven time and time again. "I suppose all those lessons did pay off" Auroth thought to himself, obviously pleased at his choice of style... The moment Auroth hit the ground; he wasted no time. His knees began to squeeze the sides of his foe; hitting the veins which ran through the sides of the body. The cut off of circulation of the lower body would swiftly make itself apparent to Odin. At the same moment he did the body scissors, Auroth also shot up, wrapping his left arm around his opponent's head with the speed and accuracy he was renown for. His arms quickly began to squeeze the neck, applying a constant pressure to his neck. The squeeze was powerful, reflecting his constant practice of the techniques he had learn... There wasn't an imperfection to this move. At the same time, his legs too were squeezing the circulation, cutting off blood. These two factors would be enough to cause his foe to tap out. The lack of blood due to the body scissors and the guillotine squeezing out the air would only hasten a knock out, as the tables suddenly turned on Odin. The sweat from his arm pits would probably add a distinct stench to the hold, making it much more easier for one to get knocked out: The hideous odor only added to the lack of air and lack of blood running through the body.... All the while, that same dark smile that Auroth possessed was still there. Who knew what was going on inside this mad man's head. From the enjoyment of the battle, to the reviewing of his opponent and his moves, the White Angel's mind reeled with dozens of thoughts, all commencing at once. A lesser man would be overwhelmed by the thoughts rushing through, but Auroth's meditation and Zen-like mind help maintain his sanity..... despite what his face suggested. In his mind's eyes; he viewed the wrestling lessons he learned, reviewing them real time as he maintained his hold. The immortal words of his master rushed through his head as he reviewed the guillotine hold.... Calming his mind... "Remember: Don't let go..... This move should choke the shit out of them...."(Guillotine Choke, but without the Body Scissors: www.armystudyguide.com/images2/20060704h-099.jpg )
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Apr 10, 2007 0:29:13 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 10, 2007 0:29:13 GMT 1
Both bodies hit the ground, Odin’s above Auroth’s, seemingly with the advantage even after being put into the mans guard. With the legs wrapped around his waist it was difficult for Odin to move, but not impossible. His brute strength and muscular physique was enough to allow him to slow down the force being used to cut the circulation running along the side of his body. As for the choke Odin had no time to worry, no time to think, only react. The first thing he did was tucking his chin in toward his chest, blocking the blonde haired warrior from locking in the full extent of the maneuver. The second was gaining a sense of his opponent’s body. Everyone was different due to height, weight, build, and so it was essential that Odin adjusted himself correctly.
Actually moving from offensive to defensive was a change in pace, but not something he couldn’t handle. While it was hardly practiced he was quite well versed in defensive measures, knowing more then one or two tricks that were so simply that they surprised most opponents. The first thing he did was reach over with his both of his arms, using Auroth’s choking limbs as a guideline. His hands followed slender limbs until they reached either hand, then Odin’s fingers straightened out and began to push their way up in between the index and middle finger. While penetrating a fist wasn’t the easiest thing to do, the amount of sweat on either fighters palm would certainly help. As soon as his first set of joints were inside he began to wrap them around the lone finger while the tip of his thumb began pressing against knuckle connecting the finger and palm together. For the other hand it was much easier to get a grip, as he was trying to grip and already open hand. He dug his fingers well into Auroth’s forearm before surrounding the middle finger.
In one swift movement, after a grip with both hands was assured, Odin pulled down and outward, pulling the finger away with such ferocity that breaking the digits was obviously part of his plan. What would follow with the pain is compliance, and even if Auroth refused to relinquish his choke Odin’s hand would still be pulling it back, opening up his airway through force.
But that was only part one of Odin’s defensive strategy. The second had to do with removing the legs from his waist, or at least loosen them in order to grant himself the ability to switch positions with hassle. As he forced both hands outward, with the wrists of either side exposed and stretched, he let go with his right hand. Even if Auroth did try to do something at this point it would take time, or allot of concentration to get past the pain resulting in breaking, or nearly breaking, a finger. With his right hand free he reached across his body and grabbed Auroth’s other arm by the wrist, only doing so long enough for his left hand to get a better position on the wrist. By this time he’d more so be sitting back on his knees, though leaning forward a bit. Now holding onto the outside of Auroth’s right wrist Odin would use his strength to force the limb down into his opponents stomach, holding it there as though trying to protect himself from something. This gave Odin the chance to keep his opponent leaning back, and monitor his movements should retaliation pursue.
All that was left now was the removal of the legs. Wasting no time his right hand drew back in a fist, his right side moving back as far as possible as he intentionally wound up for a devastating punch. Throwing it forward he put as much power as he could muster into the strike but wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been due to the immobilization of his hips. Nevertheless, his punch would strike Auroth’s lower abdomen near the middle of the pelvic region. It wasn’t a low blow, but Odin was striking a much softer area, one that was naturally harder to train.
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B2
Apr 10, 2007 3:26:32 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 10, 2007 3:26:32 GMT 1
Auroth was in a good mood; his defense had succeeded. His legs were shooting into the sides of his foe as he tried to get his arms wrapped around his foes head. Odin stuffing his head back was a good strategy, but it was merely a the attempt at a defense, nothing more. The fight got him motivated again, as he started to rain in a few shots to the back of the head with his free hand, that dark smile on his face. His guillotine wasn't complete, a fact that he was very much aware of. His leg lock though was near flawless, his knees pressing into the sides of Odin, causing much pain with the pressure he was exerting. Also add that the blood was getting cut off as well, something that made Auroth quite pleased with himself. Sweat was dripping now, while the adrenaline was pumping through his body. He thought that he had Odin down for the count..... He thought victory was a few more steps away.
But he was wrong....
Luckily, Auroth also knew not to jump the shark once the situation turned in one's favor. He wasn't about to get cocky, make a mistake, and lose it all.... His mental training prepared him against such a fate. He felt this opponent's hand reach up his own, feeling around. He didn't ignore it, oh no, he tried to guess what would happen next. The moment he felt the hand reach his own hand, Auroth let go of his half-guillotine and would go for Odin's fingers, not wanting to see what would happen next. His grab was clean, fast and swift.... Basically fast enough so that Odin wouldn't be able to react based purely off touch; his sense of sight was directed elsewhere, meaning that it left his hands were exposed and probably wouldn't be able to properly defend themselves purely off touch. Anyways. Auroth would grab at his foe's left pinky finger and right middle and index finger. He would, quite painfully, twist them both back downward until both of Auroth's hands were both below Odin's wrists. The pain would be excruciating, and would possibly lead to Odin's fingers being broken with Odin being in a large amount of pain, hopefully enough to disorient him.
His legs continued to press in, this time trying to press in deeper as Auroth slowly, but painfully, pushed back the fingers he grabbed. This pain would cause the heart to beat faster, but due to his lock would make the blood flow go slow. The effect, Auroth hope, was for Odin to pass out due to the lack of blood, and thereby oxygen, to the body as the pain would be pushing against his opponent's mind. The plan was a solid one, and a fun one to boot.... The White Angel was always a bit of a sadist. All the while, Auroth would have that same dark grin about his face, and would force his foe Odin to watch and admire..... To admire the insanity that the White Angel possessed.....
"Having Fun?" The warrior thought, the sick grin of his stretched ear to ear....
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B2
Apr 10, 2007 7:20:22 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 10, 2007 7:20:22 GMT 1
Feeling the dull, technically poor thuds on his back Odin’s adrenaline rose, his instincts heightened, his mind set ablaze in an animalistic rage. His left hand planted itself on the canvas palm down, pushing upward as he tried to straighten out his back. He wasn’t really thinking about escaping the situation as much as he was just reacting to it. His right hand still reached across his body, fingers stiff and pressed together, ready to break his opponent’s middle finger. Only, the choice to do so never came. The release on his neck allowed him to straight up, and needing to keep his balance meant that Odin’s right arm came down and pushed against Auroth’s stomach. His hand slipped further up his opponent’s body, planting itself on his chest and pushing back so that the arm that had previously wrapped around his neck and chin was no longer there.
At this point Odin was sitting back on his knees, the thrill of the fight obvious in his eyes, as was the instinct to finish this. His frame was slippery not only from sweating during the fight, but during his warm-up as well. It gave him a slight advantage over slipping through submission attempts, allowing him to be his same old brute like self.
With his left hand Odin snatched out like a snake striking it’s prey, only he wasn’t trying to punch his opponent, only ensnare him in a grasp that would prove effective for the defending champion. His left hand would collide with Auroth’s torso, palm open; only to clench the cloth hanging from the lighter mans body. His grip tightened, his wrist turned over, his arm curled as though lifting weights in the gym. Despite the slack given in the shirt he’d still pull his opposition in toward him while unleashing straight right that wasn’t cocked back, just delivered with emphasis attached. This strike, aimed anywhere for Auroth’s face, would disorient him, if not knock him out, and cause him to lose focus on retaining pressure with his knees. Depending on whether or not the strike was proficient and struck Odin’s hands would move in close to his body before pushing out on the knee’s of his opponent. It was like a forced stretch to the ligaments on the inside of Auroth’s legs. If he were destine on keeping his legs clamped then he’d have to use all of his energy to force Odin’s arms back. Otherwise he’d have to give up, allowing Odin to try and plant either knee into the canvas, possibly ripping something inside the blonde hair warrior’s legs.
Supposedly free after his attempt Odin wouldn’t bother with the ground game, either man being to slippery for it to be as effective as he’d hope. He’d stand back up, moving out of Auroth’s range and rest with his back in the corner. He could supposedly be resting and taking a breather to get oxygen into his system, and blood flowing clearly again, but it would just be speculation.
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B2
Apr 10, 2007 23:19:12 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 10, 2007 23:19:12 GMT 1
Auroth watched as Odin pushed against his stomach, forcing Auroth off Odin's head. The both of them were way too slippery to effectively ground fight.... A fact that Odin knew as well and exploited. It was then, at that moment, he saw the flare in Odin's eyes... The calling for battle that he himself had been bearing. The true fight was on now, and the blonde haired warrior relished at that fact. However, what he would first need to focus on is the fact that there's another attack coming in. Odin's extremely quick hands grabbed hold of Auroth's shirt. The grasp was firm, but Auroth's shirt was soaked in sweat, added to the fact that Odin's hand is also sweaty, this meant that the grip wasn't that firm. In the corner of his eyes, the Blue eyed fighter saw Odin's hand move back, as if ready to punch. Given the small room Auroth had, he couldn't really do much now could he? The fist came soaring in, just about to hit when the White Angel had an idea. He sent out his elbow to strike Odin's face, the same moment that the fist would hit Auroth's face. Due to the length and size of Auroth's body, specifically arms, a elbow strike would be perfect... Inflicting just as much damage to Odin as would the punch to Auroth.
"Double hit" Auroth thought to himself, a smirk on his face....
The Blonde Warrior was a bit disoriented; however he was no stranger to getting knocked in the head.. Odin's strike was indeed powerful... Something you'd expect from a boxer naturally, but it wasn't that bad given their limited space. Anyways, Auroth immediately felt Odin's hand upon his knee, pushing out and trying to break free. If the White Angel were to go limp, he would certainly rip something, but it wasn't worth the energy to try and keep Odin clamp in this otherwise neutral position. So, positioning his hands on Odin's shoulder, Auroth just barely let Odin go by slightly releasing his legs before the White Angel pushed his foe off his body. The man suddenly then stood up, his body instantly returned to his stance, this time a karate stance that he constantly practiced. Odin, meanwhile, returned to the corner to rest himself. Auroth speculated that Odin wanted to get the Oxygen flowing again.... but that would negate all his hard work. So, he was ultimately left with two options... Be a dick and attack, or be a gentleman and wait for Odin...
Tough Call....
However, Auroth decided to be a gentleman... and while a voice nudged at the back of his head to strike while Odin was resting, the Angel thought that it would be very un-becoming of himself and as a martial artist if he did do so. As such, the man took the time to merely catch his breath and re-orient himself. He went through the images in his mind, thinking about all he knew about Odin's style. He was indeed fast, but only with his hands. He also has fairly decent knowledge of the ground game, but Auroth suspected that he himself was more learned on that subject. However, such information was not tested yet, as Auroth has no idea the extent of Odin's grappling beyond Ground and Pound. His fists were his major strengths though, their speed and power surpassing many fighters Auroth had faced in the past.... However, Auroth trained in Fujian White Crane, a style that emphasized hand speed. As such, how fast was he was in the hand compared to Odin is largely left up for debate; they were more or less around the same speed Auroth conjured. However, Auroth himself knew he was faster then Odin overall.... A fact balanced out by Odin's sheer power of the fist. Finally, Auroth came to a solid conclusion. He had what he needed now for a good offense... All that was left was for Round 2 to begin.....
"And thus, the stage is set for a spectacular Walpurgisnacht" The White Angel thought to himself
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B2
Apr 10, 2007 23:49:12 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 10, 2007 23:49:12 GMT 1
Odin’s fist cracked into the side of Auroth’s cheek, right under his left eye, and at the same time Auroth returned the favor, striking Odin’s cheek in roughly the same place. The use of the elbow, while it was a shallow hit, had managed to open up a petit cut. Perhaps it was something to exploit later on, but as it was right now it was only a visual aid. It wouldn’t give Odin a dizzy feeling, nor would it block his airway. Moving back and circling over to a corner Odin rested softly, hands still pressed up in a fist as the middle of his back leaned against the tope turnbuckle. That’s when he first knew he was bleeding as the soft patter of blood rolled down and off his chin, painting his raised knuckles red with the crimson mark.
It had been a while since Odin had felt the tinge of pain associated with a cut. It had been many fights since he had dawned the crimson mask as a sign up victory. All too long had he performed to the best of his ability, only trading small blows with those around him, or not even getting hit. This was what he had hoped for when reaching the finals of the prior tournament; this was the excitement he wished for. He held nothing against his final round opponent, but he hadn’t fulfilled Odin’s desires for an all out war. This man, the blonde hair warrior with instincts matching his own, was doing just that.
‘That’s right. Lets play.’
A smile spread across Odin’s lips, the first real smile that had dawned his features in what would seem forever. It was almost eerie that he choose to smile, not that he looked sinister or maniacal, it just wasn’t in his nature. Pressing his fists together he rubbed the human paint all over his scared flesh, reliving the feeling he had of pounding against oak tree in his back yard. The beast was still standing there, still looming over him. One day he’d finish it off, one day after this fight.
Stepping forward with his right caused a disturbance in his stance. It was still on the balls of his feet, he was still ready to spring forward, but his hands were further from his guard. It was almost as though he was trying to lure his opponent into hitting him. Or maybe he wanted to get him, he wanted to feel the rush of blood accumulating in one spot and bruising over.
Maybe, just maybe.
Coming into range Odin shot out his right hand, his front hand, in a simple over hand jab. This was just like in his last fight, against Kyukaku, after the two broke apart and restarted the series of blows. His fist would travel along the outside of his opponents guarding left hand, only to curve in and strike with a small downward angle over the chin. But it wouldn’t hold the power of a single shot technique, only because Odin wasn’t turning his shoulders over as far. This ensured that his left fist, the one a few inches further from his chin, would be able to snap out if a clean hit struck. If not Odin was more then happy to play the waiting game.
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B2
Apr 11, 2007 2:20:34 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 11, 2007 2:20:34 GMT 1
The thrill of the fight, the joy of the battle, the adrenaline of the strike, the fury of the grapple, the taste of victory, the pain of defeat... All of these emotions finally manifested themselves in Odin, or at least from what Auroth thought Odin was feeling. His smile seemed to radiate with the same emotions that Auroth's grin had.... Matching each other perfectly. How long had it been exactly since Auroth had as good of a match as this one? He had been fighting filth on the streets for a while since he came to Hircine, never coming into contact with a warrior he could call equal (Forget the fact that Auroth never did go meet people back in Varron)... Well, it seemed this Odin has proved a worthy opponent, piquing his desire for battle. The blood smeared across Odin's body, but as oppose to creeping Auroth out, all it did was just continue to rile Auroth up. His training help contain the amount of glee he was experiencing right now; but truthfully what Auroth wanted to do was disregard his own personal safety and just rush Odin and attack relentlessly and without second thought. Even the way Odin was moving prodded the warrior to attack him... But no, Auroth's training took over: He would not lose himself to his personal desires.... Suddenly, Odin shot out with a quick punch. The punch was impressive, but the blonde hair warrior's eyes was able to follow the Boxer's right hook. He also noticed that Odin's left hand was hovering dangerously below his chin, just ready to lash out at Auroth. He would need to proceed carefully, containing the madness and thrill inside him. His left hand quickly moved diagonally, in the direction of Odin's punch. As the fist came near, Auroth basically used his left forearm to intercept the jab. His left forearm would collide with Odin's forearm, causing the punch to derail. The collosion would of course be painful.... However, common Tibetan White Crane (One of his other two White Crane Styles he knows) Conditioning included forearm conditioning in order to provide complete and less painful forearm blocks. Auroth hoped that Odin, meanwhile, would have no Forearm conditioning and would experience a very good amount of pain... or so Auroth wished at least. "Master, I thank you for nearly destroying my forearms"... At any rate, it was time for Auroth to move onto the offensive. A split second after his block, the blonde hair warrior's right hand shot out in a fast and brutal straight punch. His speed as top notch, his snap crisp and his precision dead on. Auroth was aiming right for the nose; and if hit should make the man very, very disoriented.... enough to leave him quite vulnerable to the blonde hair warrior's myriad of other techniques. Video of Tibetan White Crane Forearm Conditioning
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B2
Apr 11, 2007 5:21:08 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 11, 2007 5:21:08 GMT 1
Odin grew up with a range of training drills and regiments: Boxing with tree’s, running sprints while pulling his father, being physically abused in some cases – like having to block punches with his forearms while his father held five pound weights. Each and every one of these maneuvers, no matter how brutal, turned him into a stronger fighter, a more confident fighter, and a tougher man than most could comprehend. He didn’t chose to go into a life of fighting, he was born with the instinct and desire to do so. With a raising pulse and inner desire Odin truly felt the thrill to fight, a thrill he wanted to take even higher.
He had wasted no time going in for his punch. It wasn’t a looping punch, hardly to be considered a hook. It just, just wrapped around Auroth’s arm in order to strike the chin. It was in fact an overhand jab, not associated with any hooks whatsoever. This gave Odin, who upon wishing it, to use whatever part of his body he deemed necessary to continue. When the block pushed his arm outward he felt no pain, no regret, and no remorse for a failed strike. He was to intent on moving forward; feeling the thrill, living life to it’s fullest. Living his life to the fullest. Just like he knew how to be aggressive, he knew how to set himself up for a combination. Despite wanting to feel alive, wanting to feel the formation of a bruise on his cheek, he wasn’t going to let his opponent strike him. No, that was something he’d have to earn.
Despite his left fist, the blood covered brick, being held a few inches outside of his regular guard he was still ready to throw it whenever necessary. The reason he held it outside of his guard was to play to a different style of boxing. He wasn’t going to go for the crisp; straight punches that had helped him win so many times before. Those were imbedded in the memory of whoever’s seen him fight. While effective, they weren’t surprising, and could be calculated into the mix. Surprise was good, and Odin’s new position would lead to some surprising actions.
The rise of the elbow, the roll of the shoulder, these were all things Odin looked for when watching an opponent throw a strike. He saw these factors in Auroth’s frame, despite it being turned over and away from his complete view. His mind counteracted as many boxers do, subconsciously predicting what was coming. Nothing spectacular, nothing overwhelming, but something that required dedication. It was, in no way, a feint that Odin could just shrug off. It was meant to hurt him. Unfortunately for his blonde hair adversary he was playing a game Odin knew all to well.
Dipping his chin, rolling his right shoulder back while retracting his right hand Odin set up a soft guard on his right side. His body leaned forward, swinging out to his right a small bit as his left hand flew out. It was already cocked in his previous stance, it didn’t need to be pulled back, or raised, and so Odin didn’t do so. He simply unleashed it from its harness, throwing it out with his wrist turned inward, his arm hooking a small degree. His left fist followed underneath the extending right arm, using it as a guideline as he threw the haymaker like punch toward the cluster of ribs and nerves located just underneath his opponents arm pit. The defensive measures in this punch, aside from it being a strong offensive maneuver, was that he was going under and already extended arm with his head and shoulder. Not only that, but he kept his frame moving, making his target hard to hit despite the fact that his opponent wouldn’t be able physical perform anything with his left arm, and his legs were, from Odin’s perspective, planted and to slow to do anything effectively. So, perhaps this was the beginning of the end, or simply the beginning of their fun.
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