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Post by king on May 3, 2007 15:32:56 GMT 1
FIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....go!
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 3, 2007 20:56:46 GMT 1
A little less than twelve hours ago Odin threw a straight right that guaranteed him a spot in the finals. After a brutal first round and two consecutive knockouts the defending champion found himself slightly groggy as he made his way into the basement of the local gym. It wasn’t as though he had stayed up all night; in fact he had drifted off into slumber as soon as his head touched the fabric of his pillow. The reason was due to six hours of sleep combined with two consecutive tests, thus fatigue set in no matter what his wishes were. With a little over an hours to prepare Odin would do his best to get his blood pumping, but this tournament was defiantly a test of one’s ability to outlast fatigue.
---One hour later---
The time had dwindled down to mere moments before he was called to make his way into the ring. He’d kept his warm-up light, only doing jumping jacks followed with a full body stretch. Two cans of Tab were drunk during that time frame, giving a well-needed perk to his system. He certainly felt awake, now he just had to go out and show his skill.
Awake with a loose frame Odin discarded his tracksuit, slipping through the crowd with his eyes lowered. Some could take this as a sign of doubt, considering his opponent, but they’d be wagering on the wrong emotion. While his head was lowered his chin was not, his eyes gave off a distinct, stern composition as he looked upward through his brow. The ring was mere feet ahead, the four-sided assembly that would confine him and his opponent. This wasn’t just another fight for him; even the Championship was just a added bonus. This was his second time facing this particular fighter, and it was to be a fight of revenge, making up for one of his few defeats. Personally, he had nothing against Taiku, he simply wanted to even the score.
‘Last time we were hindered by stipulations, now our only hindrance will be because of our own skill and physical ability. Lets see how well you can adapt.’
It was uncharacteristic of Odin to be so driven toward defeating an opponent, despite always wanting to win. With a game plan in mind Odin slipped through the top and middle rope. All felt his presence in the ring. Spectators laid witness to the reigning champion, his appearance unaltered except for the addition of his tattered 4oz gloves. All that remained was his opponent, and then things could begin.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 3, 2007 22:39:02 GMT 1
In the last two and a half days, Taiku had been busy. Fighting through not only his opponents but his bodys own fatigue and injury, he had welcomed the rest period after winning out against Tiao, taking a short spell of time to sleep. He had no idea, simply because he had lost track of the time. Rene had roused him from his sleep just over two hours ago, a surprisingly solemn look on her own face.
He had been immediately worried, seeing that face on her. If he was appearing in such a condition she was worried about him, then perhaps this wasn't worth all of it? His shoulder had gradually set into a state of numbness with a combination of the pills he'd thrown back for it, if nothing else it wouldn't be as exploitable as a weakness this time around as it had been for Tiao.
'That kid was worrying...He has some real issues to clear out of his head before he can move on with anything in his life....'
The thought was idle as he stepped into the gym, his senses alert as the sounds of chatter all at once rose and fell at seeing the second of the finalist arrive for the fight. For them, it was just another slugfest to get off on, for Taiku, if not Odin as well, this had much more in it. Legion may have been disbanded, with recent occurrences he'd brought about hinting it was in the early stages of reincarnation, but even though the allegiance between Odin and himself had been broken, he still felt a pang or two of remorse that this was how he would have to do things.
He remembered Odins message from the speech at Legion well, how he had not yet been given a reason to wear his ring once again...If he had not the reason to wear it at the end of this fight, then perhaps it would be the natural order, that if one of his most trusted back then could not see the bigger picture then perhaps Legion truly should stay a memory.
The glints of onyx on his fingers spoke otherwise for him right now, and his eyes set themself in a resolve as he caught a glimpse of the ring. Slipping his shoulders from his coat, he hung it over his arm as he pushed his way through the crowd. A few of the patrons slapped him on the back and wished him luck, some saying he had to win with the money they had on him, but not one of them would find reply from the young man. His attention, his focus, his entire being at the moment had zoned out everything but the direct path between him and the ring, and subsequently, Odin. Stepping to the side of the ring, he hooked an arm around one of the ropes and pulled himself up to step into it, his eyes still set on the larger fighter stoicly as he stood in one of the corners. Threading his Legion rings from his fingers, he stuffed them into one of the coats inner pockets, hooking it around the ringpost before turning back to Odin.
"Ready..?"
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 4, 2007 0:06:15 GMT 1
Odin’s mind was clear of all except for the tournament in progress, that is until the two onyx rings were removed from his opponent’s finger and slipped into one of the coats pockets. Legion seemed like a distance memory, a dream of the past that was reoccurring slowly. As of yet he hadn’t thought about the gang he was incorporated in, perhaps showing his dedication, or just his faulty memory for anything that had existed in his past. Nevertheless he had been apart of that club, had asked, no; demanded to be allowed to join. Now it was a part of his memory, yet to be part of his present.
The worlds of the older male flowed through him as though he was nothing more then a tunnel for them to drift. Yet, he still gave a small acknowledgement of what was said, a gentle nod as his left foot slid forward. No matter how one looked at it this was a different fight from the previous rounds, there was more importance then just winning in order to advance. The last stop required all that either man had left, and Odin was going to leave nothing back, thus his stance was altered right from the beginning.
Despite starting with his usual footing his left hand wasn’t held as high as it slipped up into his front guard. Rather then being horizontal with upper lip it was dropped down to the height of his relaxed shoulders. His right however remained raised, protecting his chin while able to launch out at half a moments notice. Thus was the speed and experience of Odin’s striking, something that would start them off and come into play over and over again in this match.
Moving forward Odin didn’t rush his opponent, perhaps out of courtesy or his own reason, but he’d allow him time to get into stance and possibly close the distance himself. Being stuck in the corner at the beginning of the match was no fun obstacle to overcome, as most boxers knew. Playing to his strengths he remained outside of his opponents arm length before making his move. Despite the fatigue, the lax of his muscles, and the low setting of adrenaline yet to pump through his body Odin exploded forward with the first attack to the final round. Easily understood it had to do with his left fist, his lead hand, like every fight before it.
Denying the instinct of a straight jab Odin’s left fist shot out with his wrist overturned. The blade of his fist was angled more so toward the ground as his arm extended. It could be considered a hook when classified as a punch, but it was so short in that motion that it could easily be mistaken as a straight. The end result, however, was that Odin wasn’t punching straight forward, but rather toward the back of his opponent’s lead right arm, to strike either the bicep, ribcage, or shoulder blade. It was the first step in his plan, not necessarily to disable both of his opponent’s shoulders, but it would give him the opening needed to, more or less, safely move in to begin work on his opponent through a thought out game plan.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 4, 2007 1:21:13 GMT 1
Whilst most in the crowds around them would not have noticed it, the slight acknowledgement Odin gave was received with courtesy before he shifted his feet quickly, taking a few forward steps into the main section of the ring. He would lead with his right to keep his injured left arm at the back for the time being, but he was privy to Odins fighting style in some respect, considering their previous encounter. Whilst he was by no means able to memorise a persons techniques and methods, Odins simple, straightforward boxing style was one such thing that Taiku was able to keep note of...
He remembered one thing from before, that though they'd fought with weights atop their bodies, Odin had still possessed murderously quick hands. Those would be the thing he had to avoid. Whether he would kick at all now, however, was still to be seen. That would, on the flipside, give him his own slight advantage. Whilst beforehand he had fought with a considerable amount of weight on him, he was not hindered by it now and would be able to utilise his full speed to evade...
The lead Odin presented was mirroring him, and Taiku immediately saw the punch coming...It was the simplest of things to know what to expect and to see what your opponent was doing, however. Actually being able to react to it was the difficult part, especially when considering the speed of his opponents hands, easily matching Taikus without question...His right foot would have already begun to step back when he saw the left-leading stance, putting the unconcious extra distance between the two as the blow approached where his shoulder would have been. In the process, his left would thrust forward to push the outside of the wrist further across Odins body, his palm clasping the wrist as tightly as he could considering its weakened state as he pulled himself toward the former Legion member quickly, his right foot raising from the ground before swinging out in a powerful right kick.
His right arm, in the meanwhile, would remain active in lingering to defend where it was necessary. It was likely his opponent would have something in store, and it would serve him well to be prepared to put some distance between him and Odin if it came to be. His left shoulder, at least, would be out of range unless Odin were to drastically step in to do so, causing the kick to instead twist Taiku fully to put him effectively behind the bigger male, giving him the opportunity to exploit a blind spot. It was a simple improvisation for the opening move, but the kick itself would be a surprising blow for Odin to deal with. Whilst he had more than likely had people attempt to kick him before, he knew enough about Taru and Alkaiser from what he'd heard to know they were both far younger and far less experienced than he as fighters. His feet were far, far more powerful than his hands, and Odin would quickly discover that.
'I fought hard to get here, and now it doesn't matter any more. I just wanted the chance to fight him again, to see who would have won if it hadn't been like it was before...He was one of the hardest fights I ever had, and I HAVE to know if I could beat him. Injured or not, we'll see who will walk out the winner here...'
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 4, 2007 6:12:06 GMT 1
Odin’s entire body reacted at once, moving in to follow off his inside hooked. Despite his left wrist being captured by Taiku’s he made no distinct motion to struggle against it, simply reacted as though it never happened. His right foot pushed off, stepping forward roughly half a foot in front of his left as he twisted his body over to the left. While it wasn’t the best defense it was certainly a strong defense in terms of conditioning. Taiku’s blow struck hard against his side, but because of his inward step and tightening of his muscles Odin was able to absorb a sum of the blow. Whether or not it would be a hindrance further in the match was unknown, but there was no sharp pain running through Odin’s side, meaning his ribs were in tact.
The sharp exhale of air that followed near simultaneously with the absorption of the kick lead to Odin’s left arm being the first to move. Taiku’s foot wouldn’t have even touched the ground yet before Odin’s arm would twist underneath his opponent’s, pushing to the weak link in any grasp – the thumb – in order to reverse the hold. Unlike his opponent he’d grab further up the forearm, making another reversal something harder to come by, especially since Odin kept his elbow tucked close to his body, shortening the motion rather effectively. With the grasp came the tug, Odin’s left pulled against Taiku’s in order to lead him off to Odin’s side. This would draw them closer, throw his opponent off balance, and give Odin the first clear shot he was looking for in order to follow through with his plan.
During Odin’s initial absorption of the kick his right arm had tensed, as his entire upper body did, only when he ‘relaxed’ his right arm dropped. Now that his opponent was passing in front of him Odin’s body shifted with a sharp pivot to his left. Pushing off his right foot gave him the power and extra torque necessary to really drive his right fist into the underside of his opponent’s defense, right toward the front of his kidney. If this had been just a regular street fight Odin would’ve pulled his opponent downward, then went for the knockout, but he knew better against this man, he knew to stick to what he knew, and what he dreamt up.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 4, 2007 6:53:21 GMT 1
ooc: I think you might have misinterpreted the grab to your wrist slightly, if you consider it's the outside of the wrist Taikus holding, you'd not really be able to go for his thumb without a lot of twisting and turning. However, I'm fine with it so let's carry on.
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With the impact of the kick resounding solidly against Odins lower chest and midsection, his opponents reach for his thumb was felt in the grip Taiku had on his wrist. Though catching his thumb would be no laughing matter, the older male made no qualms or cut any corners in reacting carefully as opposed to panicking in protection of a single finger. Taiku knew, in the back of his mind, that there was one of two things Odin would likely do, he'd either try to hold Taiku in place to throw another blow, or he'd use that very hand to try and punch him.
'Guess we'll see how this works out...'
His right palm would strike out at Odins chest at the left collarbone sharply as he continued to push his body through the kick, not so much to add more power to an already dealt blow, but to justify the momentum put into the following strike he put into play. He was uncomfortable with Odins right arm, and with good measure. A solid punch would hurt him enough to slow him down, and if he could at all avoid it, he would do so. However, he knew outright that in order to get into the defences of a fighter like Odin, sacrifices needed to be made. Taikus offence was not the best, and Odin had a defence that created problems for a fighter of his stature. Instead of trying to luck out, a more gung-ho approach was in order.
His fingertips would follow as Odin pivoted, his palm grasping the younger mans collarbone with a much more powerful grip than that of his left hand, the thumb pushing into the cavity between his collarbone and his shoulder muscle as the fingers grabbed hold of him. Dragging Odins left arm with a sudden drag, he pulled himself at his opponent, maintaining the grip on his left wrist a moment as his right foot struck the ground, his left leaving just as suddenly to lunge as heavy a strike as he could from such close range into Odins lower right ribs. The blow to his kidney, however, would still connect. However, with the sudden change in Taikus momentum and the shift in his bodys position with the knee, it would hit lower in his back, closer to his tailbone than his kidney. A painful hit, but with the positioning a glancing one he was far more willing to take as opposed to the kidney punch, in addition, if Odin were in the midst of such a blow, it remained to be seen that his ribs were unprotected as it stood.
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 4, 2007 15:22:31 GMT 1
OOC: Yeah, I see my mistake, over looked it during my initial thought process. Sorry.
IC: In a matter of mere seconds as the fight began it had already turned into a fast-paced slugfest, either fighter using his best strength to combat the other. This was usually Odin’s strength, but it seemed that this match was turning out just like the one before him as his opponent went straight after his left arm, the one that had been tied behind his back in their previous encounter at the semi-finals of Varron’s last underground tournament. While this gave him free range toward his opponent’s exposed left side in terms of kidney punches he was wide open to absorb both knees and downward stomps as well, only from two limbs rather then one. The only advantage Odin still seemed to hold in this position was both his weight and strength, something he’d manipulate to the best of his ability.
During his left-bound pivot to provide extra ‘oomph’ to his strike the grasp his opponent had found on his shoulder limited the full limit of his turn. This was proved even more so when Taiku pulled himself in closer, throwing Odin’s rotation off and casing his right foot to slid out to the side. This, however, wasn’t a bad thing by any means, it lengthened Odin’s stance, giving him a firmer base, and drew his body even closer to his opponent’s while remaining spread out. Thus said, when the exchange of a right punch for a left knee occurred Odin’s rips were struck with the top of his opponent’s quadriceps rather then the blunt of the knee. It wasn’t a soft blow, nor was it a heavy one, it was just a strike that Odin would go with, still off the same exhale as the one before limiting the expansion of his ribcage, further defusing the power of the blow.
Like an animal backed against the wall Odin’s current position seemed to enrage him, or that was what the spectators could tell as his eyes went wide and his jaw clenched. Taking the first breath after receiving both blows wasn’t the most pleasurable of feelings, nor was it the worst he had received. Perhaps it would be a good idea to call his father after this match and thank him for his training tactics, perhaps not. That however was neither here nor there, and still left Odin with his left side captured. As the pressure point behind his collarbone was struck his left knee dipped, lowering his body as he turned back over to his right. This only gave him the instinct to do what he did best in ‘these’ situations.
With his left arm undoubtingly pinned between the two bodies that left Odin with his right side for the majority of his lifting strength. Rather then retracting his arm fully Odin slipped it down along his opponent’s bodyline toward where the leg that previous struck him landed. The back of the leg was unguarded, as it is for every fight, and was begging Odin to take this opportunity. Not one to ignore those that beg, Odin was inclined to pull his arm back, hooking it around his opponent’s left leg, just above the back of the knee, and pulled it in close to his body as he exhaled with sudden first forward. First push was off his left, quickly followed by his right as he lifted his opponent off the ground. Taiku’s hand would find itself as more of a brace then a weapon on Odin’s left shoulder for the duration of this lift, but it wasn’t going to last long as Odin quickly neared the corner that his former leader had come from. Letting nothing hold him back he pushed off one last time as he dug his contained shoulder as far down into Taiku’s stomach as possible. As he went down, so would his opponent, only both were to remain standing as Odin would drive his opponent’s back against the top turnbuckle and continue forward for a blunt piercing motion to his stomach. Not having the time to let up Odin’s body would press up against Taiku’s, his left shoulder pressed against his opponent’s as he stayed in a side-check position. His left arm, should Taiku still have a grip, would be wedged between the two, being used as a pinning device and nothing more as his right hands came across his body sudden, small torques of his hips, resulting in what would be numerous quick blows to his opponent’s midsection. While they were only ‘pecks’ in terms of Odin’s true punching power they’d both help to break down Taiku’s speed and keep him worrying as they came on in.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 4, 2007 21:55:11 GMT 1
'Oh...Shit!'
There was no lengthy thought process to debate what was happening in the older males head, nor was there a carefully thought out plan or a systematic pattern of reactions in mind for a situation like this. No, at the moment, Taiku was relying on pure instinct and agility to manipulate the larger fighters balance. His right hand, to his own muted surprise, was still free and able in the wider scheme of things. It would be the trump card that protected him from being completely overpowered. With his leg scooped up, his balance was automatically removed, but with Odin virtually lifting him from the ground onto his shoulder as he charged the corner, it merited him the opportunity to slow the speed they'd meet the turnbuckle.
His right foot, as he peered back out the corner of his eye to get a rough view, would thrust out harshly to strike the turnbuckle for the briefest of moments. Thought it wasn't to stop them in their tracks, it would hopefully slow Odin just enough that the crash into the unmoving object would not be quite as painful.
The instant they reached it, he was stuck with a heavy winding as the blow to his stomach met uncontested...His breath taken from him, his eyes closed for the briefest of moments as he winced through the pain...He wasn't completely trapped...No, he still had a free arm....He could still retaliate...
As if possessed, Taikus heel braced against the lowest turnbuckle and began to push against the larger fighter. He knew he couldn't outmatch him in terms of power, but it forced Odin to struggle that little bit harder to keep him in place...At the very same time, his right thumb drove into the soft nerves he had hold on for one last, vicious stab before releasing, the fist loosely coiling to protrude the knuckles as they shot off in the same pattern of numerous, sharp and close ranged blows to Odins left temple.
Each blow to his midsection hurt, but he could tolerate them for the moment, if only to serve that it would depend on which fighter backed away, figuratively, first. As if to accent his mentality, his head butted forward at Odins mouth quickly and with no warning, the punches continuing to rain towards the larger mans temple.
'It's really down to how long he can take those punches...Even with stamina and endurance, even great fighters can't protect against some places...'
The same, of course, could be said for Taiku himself...Each punch that landed was hitting almost the same spot on his midsection, and whilst they weren't crippling blows by any means, they were beginning to add up on him. In due course, it would come down to who wanted the win more...
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 5, 2007 15:03:34 GMT 1
Odin’s style, while repetitive, was based on aggression and never backing down. This made him fool hearty in some situations, but also lead to an underestimation of his thought process. His stance against his opponent seemed careless just as much as it was powerful. His vision wasn’t toward the smaller man, rather turned with his body as he kept his left shoulder pressed cross body on his opponent’s. His head was tucked, meaning the first few blows sent from Taiku’s right fist were glancing off the top of his skull all before realization was perceived and the blows became firmer and more to the point. At the same time his own free hand continued driving forth as though trying to create a way through his opponent’s torso. Each man landed blow after blow, matching each other with as much force as they could muster. Truly, this seemed personal, but should no means of being a grudge match. To give it all was to show respect, respect garnered by either fighter.
Odin’s fist kept trying to strike harder and harder, grasp the upper hand as his vision began to blur. His plan was in its beginning stages and already he felt dizzy, such showed the talent of the elder male. As Odin’s fist drove in harder, adding as much power as possible before retracting as fast he lost the dead lock for the upper hand as a swift head butt struck the side of his skull. It caused his knee to buckle, putting further weight against his opponent’s body as he fought to regain his composure. With his knee buckling lead to his body dipping, providing an unknown escape from the next punch as it barely missed the top of his skull. His own arm fell down in front of his body, limp as though it had been struck with a blunt force object. The situation was bad, but when the situation turned south toward the bowels of hell is when Odin’s true character began to show.
As quickly as possible Odin regained his composure, his blood beginning to flow with the added touch of adrenaline. Wide-awake he reacted as though this was the opening move of the match thrown in reverse. With explosive speed and actions he moved, first shoving his left forearm up along his and Taiku’s body toward the taller mans face. More then a strike it was to keep any head butt’s or quick punches from reaching their mark as his forearm, near the elbow, would push up against Taiku’s chin. The rest followed in suit, resulting in a moment’s worth of time. Odin’s right arm found its strength again and was sent through his opponent’s legs. Not as a strike, Odin didn’t play dirty, he went there simply for the proper placement of his hands, which would be on the back of his opponent’s right thigh – in between his buttock’s and quadriceps. His left arm, during the same period, would snap out from its bent position to latch on to the upper back just behind the left shoulder of Taiku. In that moment Odin’s entire body would throw him over himself, sideways, as he’d pull Taiku close only to slam him on his back. Initially there could’ve been problems with the turnbuckles getting in the way, but by leaning further away from them as he preformed the move he’d get just enough length to clear Taiku’s legs even if they were completely straight.
On the ground the game would change, and if his opponent was still conscious, which truly was to be seen given the move and prior abdominal pounding, then Odin would be primed to keep his position and work for the win.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 5, 2007 23:26:51 GMT 1
ooc: As stated to Tyler before, IRL always comes first. I'll never grudge that. Also, a hint of rewinding is in order for me here...Sorry it's shorter than usual.
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With the headbutt connecting, a sudden flash of white in his eyes as the peak of his forehead struck Odins temple heavily, Taiku felt the change in weight press against him from the blow. The very instant it had connected, he'd continued to use the sudden stun of his opponent to full advantage. The butt would only give him a short window, but it would be enough for the brief moment he needed as Taiku brought his palm back from the last punch, preparing to move forward.
Driving his body against the momentarily limped Odin, he would attempt to gain a fractions extra worth of space to move as his right foot braced harder against the lower corner of the turnbuckle, tilting the left side of his body in against Odin a moment to push the right side of his opponent back onto a back foot. In the process, of course, his leg would be brought further into Odins grip, but the shift of the weight a moment later would make it exceptionally difficult for the boxer to concentrate on trying to throw him. Odins arm would indeed raise sharply, but with Taikus upper body leaning slightly more towards the right side of his opponents body only the section of his forearm close to where Taiku held his wrist would come close to his chin. With the arm raised as it was, it simply added to the impact of the upcoming blow as Taikus knee, in a wrenched movement that was benefitted by a sharp twist to his left, drove in towards Odins lower ribs, just above his hips once again. The blow this time was enforcing a much quicker blow, but with the twist it would strike as hard as any he had thrown, grinding against his opponents body.
His right arm, in the meanwhile, would drive itself with the side of the forearm towards Odins neck, not to strike the throat by any means, but to push his head back and remove his opponents field of vision. After all, if Odin couldn't see what was coming for him, how could he prepare to defend against it? The catch presented was that Odin may attempt to fall back and bring the two to the ground, but the balance of weight as it stood, Taiku would end up with the dominant mount against the larger fighter, even if one of his legs was held, his right would still remain free and enable him to hold dominance for the -brief- moment Taiku would spend on the ground.
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 5, 2007 23:58:29 GMT 1
[Repetitive, but it's in Odin's nature.]
Resilient, strong headed, dumb. Pick your choice, but it usually fit Odin when he attempted something that he felt would work. The knee to his rib cage was, like before, painful, but struck the compacted side of his body. Once again Odin relied on his bodies muscular physique to endure the damage received. But he really didn’t have the time to think about the knee strike, whether or not to retreat, or what to do next. He was busy trying to compose himself and take the breath needed in order to fully exercise his muscles into a proper slam.
Two things changed in during his opponent’s strike that lead to a better stance, his right leg was forced back, and his right arm held the attacking leg in close to his body for an easier slam. Due to height and weight differences Odin’s body was already lowered a significant amount in order for his head to be lower then Taiku’s, and with his arm pushing through the grip by means of sheer strength and sweat. His entire arm, up to his elbow, would fine itself pressed against his opponent’s back while his elbow formed securely around the shoulder. Straightening his body and pushing off as hard as possible with his left leg he leaned back, still trying to keep Taiku in close, and pivoted over on his right foot, spinning counter-clockwise in a tight, speedy fashion as he literally brought his opponent’s body over top of himself before following him down to the floor. Odin didn’t need to see what he was doing to perform a slam of this caliber. He knew the ring well, he knew his limitations, and he was confident in his ability to bring it home.
On the ground there would be no means of hesitation to see whether or not his opponent was conscious, only Odin’s left hand balled in a fist pounding down in quick, consecutive hammer fists to the left side of his opponent’s face. No mercy, not in this fight.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 7, 2007 0:22:34 GMT 1
ooc: Edited in regard to MSN discussion.
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Once again, another knee strike found its place deep in his opponents ribcage, impacting fully and without interference...Yet, somehow, even now Odin could shrug out the hit and was able to execute the force he required to bring the lighter fighter to the ground. Inwardly, Taiku was momentarily impressed at the sheer brute strength his opponent was able to muster, even after such a blow to his ribs, but the moments required to regain his breath before the lunge gave Taiku the opportunity to dish out a swift elbow to Odins temple. The arm retreated only slightly in order to deal the hit, but it only needed to back away a touch, the combination of Odins throwing movement and Taikus forward thrust with the elbow would send it to the larger fighters temple hard enough to do the job it was expected to.
However, regardless of the intent, he was still going to hit the floor. In regard to that, he was far more prepared for it than he had been in the first round of the tournament, at least in a mental capacity. He was much more tired now than he was then, but he hadn't expected to be brought down heavily either...With a single, deep breath in before he struck the mat, he forced out the breath with a loud, sharp grunt of anger, curling his left leg to begin raining his heel against Odins torso with long, heavy blows.
That, though, was not the main intent as he hit the mat. During the twist, Odin would effectively bring Taiku round to have the older of the two pinned in a side-mount, that alone would take considerable force, not to mention take the breath from the larger man as he brought Taiku down to the mat. In the twist, his hold on Odins arm would finally break, his left arm free as well as his right, and the instant after taking back his breath from the blow, his right would lunge out, held close from a feinted guard, to clasp at Odins neck. His thumb gouging into his airway, crushing against the vital passage with a vicious grip, far more powerful than that of his left. His left, on the other hand (so to speak), would swing for Odins head quickly in the process, aiming to strike high on his face if he were to attempt and back away from the choke and possibly land on his nose. Doing so would, more than likely, be enough to stun the younger fighter and give Taiku a respite from the mount.
'I will NOT lose to you...I will NOT lose!!'
Almost like a mantra, the words shot through his head with a far steadier pattern than the reactions outside of his mind...Leaning his head forward, aiming to take the blows to the much harder skull as opposed to square in the face, the first few landed hard enough to daze him, but even at that, he knew that that moment would be the only time Odin would be able to risk continuing his onslaught. Were he not to retreat, he would be faced with being rendered unconcious by Taiku as he continued to crush the airway, at the same time, his left foot, twisting at the knee to swing his heel around to strike Odins ribs where he could...A cruel move, perhaps, but if the need arose, he was not going to hold back for Odin. He would deal any blow necessary to win, he would build his point through any force necessary, he would unleash every ounce of his attack if it meant he would not lose.
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 7, 2007 21:44:14 GMT 1
As Odin began his lift he left the force of his opponent’s elbow connect with the side of his head, but despite its attempt it wasn’t the temple that it struck. As Odin lifted his neck craned forward, pressing forward with his body to get as close to his opponent as possible, and so when the elbow struck it was off target, but connected with an upward thrust against the side of Odin’s skull, just a few centimeters away from his temple. It was a strong blow with experience to follow, and on the ground that was made ever more clear as small rivers of crimson began to flow down over Odin’s cheek and forehead. Nevertheless, it wasn’t as large a gash as it could’ve been, and so Odin could be grateful later, after he had won.
Side control was a great advantage to posses when incorporating with Odin’s ground game. It was one step way from mount, thus leading to total domination. But unlike what you’d see in such legal MMA events as the UFC, choking with your bare hand isn’t illegal in this neck of the woods, and such did his opponent use the move. Odin’s lungs were trying to fill at that point, as they had been empty during the process of the slam. If they hadn’t been then he wouldn’t have gotten the power from his muscles, and could’ve seriously hindered himself on impact. But now there was no time to think, just react as he leaned to his right side, which felt the effects of the blunt force strike to his back on impact.
Perhaps all this pain was to much for Odin’s mind to take in, different points being targeted all at once, leading to an overload, but his focus couldn’t be broken, it wouldn’t. He was concentrating on the attack, no matter how much of a sacrifice it was to his body. This truly was the match he was looking for, a complete and utter decimation of either opponent, neither leaving anything out as they strived toward victory. But who wanted it more? The elder who holds a win over the other, or the current ‘Champion’ with a need to reclaim a loss on his record. This was the time to find out.
Odin’s first reaction to the choke was throwing his left fist backward, not into his opponent’s face, but toward the crevice of his opponent’s extended right arm. Despite his grip his arms were short, and if forced to bend and pull back he wouldn’t have the superior strength or positioning to keep the grip applied as Odin’s forearm connected with what could be considered a ‘delicate’ area on most fighters. Throwing his left arm back like that caused his upper body to lean over to the left, further being advocated as his right arm slipped from it’s current position between Taiku’s legs to the elder males left side, bracing against the canvas for balance. This gave Odin the balance and positioning to properly torque over his body, and in doing so lead to his head dipping forward, right into the oncoming left fist. One thing you learn in boxing, at least when your being taught by a seasoned bounty hunter, is that the forearm, more importantly the curve leading to the top of the skull, was extremely hard, rather dense. When you strike that area bare fisted it hurts, could even lead to breaking a knuckle or two. Well, Odin’s forehead was driven forward, straight into the oncoming knuckles, performing a rather obscure form of blocking. Still, it left more sensitive areas like his chin and nose unharmed.
Moving from a rather prone, defensive position after the slam into offense was just what Odin needed to win. Keeping weight on his left arm he’d pin Taiku’s right arm against the canvas with his arm gripping bicep of the smaller fighter. Propping his right leg up Odin would bring it to the ball of his foot, tucking it in close to his body before turning over and moving it across Taiku’s body. While going for mount he’d keep his leg in close, pass it over top of Taiku’s abdomen, higher up toward the chest rather then down toward the waist. While it wasn’t a one hundred percent grantee that it would succeed, it did give Odin a better chance of bypassing any block attempts should there be one. From there it was calculated, not straight into a ground and pound scenario. Odin’s right hand would go after Taiku’s injured left arm, and if unable to get a hold he’d simply push his right knee into Taiku’s left shoulder, then extend outward until it was pushing down on the bicep. If he did get a hold, then Taiku’s left arm would be pinned in the same way, all while constant pressure was being kept on Taiku’s strong arm. At this point Odin would have one free arm, his opponent having none, and so he’d begin throwing down powerful rights, each with a small angle of curvature so they’d connect with the cheek, eye, or jaw of his opponent. Whether or not the match was called, or Taiku submitted was unknown, but as it stood Odin seemed invincible in this position.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 7, 2007 23:02:49 GMT 1
With his thumb gouging at Odins airway, Taikus resolve was set upon the sole task at hand. Getting Odin off of him, whether conscious of his own accord, or an unconscious opponent as a result of the pressure taking control and putting him out. It would seem that his opponent was quite eager to get the hand from his neck, flailing his arm back to strike against the inside of his arm. Whilst it would indeed release Taikus grip on Odins throat, it wouldn't happen without his fingers closing tightly on their removal, crushing against the skin and perhaps even opening a fine cut against his neck with his nails, even clipped short as they were.
His left fist, on the other hand, struck the top of Odins head in a minor setback of what he had intended. Whilst it was somewhat expected Odin would lean into the punch as opposed as backward, he had hoped natural instinct would have taken over as opposed to fighters instinct. Regardless, though the impact jarred his fist harshly, the pain reaching his shoulder more than anything, while his knuckles were more than capable of taking the force after over a decade of conditioning.
The flaw Odin put upon himself was he removed his eyes from Taiku, he took his sight clean off of him when his head lowered, and in doing so it allowed the older fighter a moments element of surprise to react without Odin being able to read his movements. His left hand, after striking Odins head, would open up and loosely fist into his hair, not simply to drag it around, but to ensure that the younger male wasn't able to slip away from him. Swinging his right arm back and out of the weight of his opponents forearm, he set about shunting his elbow against the canvas at the expense of a rather painful mat burn, in doing so he drove his body away to the left side as he dragged Odins head away from him and down to the mat. The fact that Odin would be off-balance from his head being led around, considering that it would take almost unrecognisable amounts of constitution for a fighter to not move with his head in such a position, Taiku would have the opportunity to push his body across the canvas, maybe a foot from Odin and onto his right side, his elbow bringing his upper body up to afford him some control of his situation.
Bringing himself from his prone position onto one knee, he would react as quickly as he could, just lunging at Odin with a swift pounce, diving at him from his single-knee position on the mat, bringing his lower (right) leg forward and thrusting the knee at the larger fighter savagely. Though he didn't have quite the same effective ground game as Odin, he doubted that in the time he had gotten himself to his feet, using Odins head as partial leverage, that Odin would have returned to his most effective position. As such, the chance of his knee striking a far more vital section, like his head, shoulders or collarbone was a little higher. If he could take out one of Odins arms, then it would make things far less threatening for him as things went on.
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 7, 2007 23:32:51 GMT 1
With his head down Odin stared down toward Taiku’s chest, able to see the red drops of blood form on the smaller mans torso as the different muscles moved. This was his way of reading one’s movements, by concentrating on a point, rather then a whole. Everything else was just additional information for his brain to gather from the use of his peripherals, but as it stood right now he wouldn’t need to gather all that much. Taiku’s right elbow slammed into the canvas, Odin’s forearm followed, slid back along the arm, and pushed downward with his palm, effectively pinning the arm as Odin’s weight was lead off to one side. Unexpectedly though Odin’s hair was grabbed, one free arm left; there was only one possibility for it. Ways of escape were simply, pull back and struggle or remove the source. Odin like the latter, as it was just a mirror repetition of what he did on the other side.
Bringing his right leg in he propped his knee against Taiku’s side, putting some weight on it, but not much. This was for balance, and happened in near unison of his right hand leaving the canvas. He leaned forward further, putting more weight on his upper body, adding further pressure to his left arm as he swiped out with his right arm. It wasn’t anything pretty, simply an arching motion starting near Odin’s left shoulder and moving outward. He’d catch Taiku’s arm somewhere near the middle with his forearm, as he had done before, and remove the hand from the slippery threads of hair atop his head. Swiping his right arm out left him with little to do without getting enough balance to move forward, and so he hand to bring it back. Doing so in an offensive order was nothing out of the ordinary; as such Odin brought his fist back across, sending it downward to connect with the side of Taiku’s cheek. Attacking from the inside of the guard was nice, but getting a greater position was far better.
After his punch his right hand would mimic his left, only finding itself pushing down on the left shoulder as Odin’s weight shifted evenly to both sides of his body. His right leg, still propped against Taiku’s right side would then slide across the mans torso until it found itself across Taiku’s torso resting firmly against the canvas. Then came a quick strike as Odin’s right hand balled into a fist and shot across his opponent’s shoulder to connect firmly with the jaw, and then push through. This was to daze his opponent, giving Odin enough time to capture the left arm, pin it down, and then keep it pinned by applying his knee to the bicep. Continuous rights would once again be the plan on Odin’s mind, his simplistic style of aggression and control working to it’s fullest effect as adrenaline continued to fuel his actions.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 8, 2007 1:15:39 GMT 1
ooc: Sorry dude, but I don't see how your hair can be so sweated out and slicked up in the midst of the first altercation, even with the strain against both fighters...However, I'll flow with it in part, your move is justified but the reaction is different. Also, a LOT shorter than before.
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With Odins arm striking the inside of his other arm, similarly to how Odin had freed his throat from the hold Taiku had before, the older males arm would indeed be knocked to the side. However, his fingers were not just sitting in Odins hair and doing nothing, they were tightly coiled through large clumps it, and as Odin set about pushing the arm away, he would invariably send his own head in the same direction, lest he rip a massive section of his hair clean out his head or damage a neck muscle in the process.
'The right idea, the wrong timing...'
The body, as a whole, would follow the head when it was forcibly led around...Assuming the same for Odin, this would raise his body up at the same time as Taiku, Odins arm effectively helping to bring the older man to his knee as he twisted his body on the mat, pushing back and up quickly with the movement. Whilst Odin would be facing him, only when he was on his knees did he do anything besides get to a suitable position, throwing his body forward again, his left hand still tightly holding the locks and guiding Odins head towards the knee, his right arm setting about grasping for Odins shoulder, neck and head in the process to assist in ensuring the blow would be brought in harshly. Whilst the chance stood Odin could use his forearms, palms or whatnot to shield against it, at such range it would be hard-pressed for his opponent to do a lot about it.
He was close in, the strike to his arm had bent it at the elbow and brought the two slightly closer, and if Odin were still trying to remove that arm, he would have only his left to defend against the strike from Taikus right knee.
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 8, 2007 23:09:06 GMT 1
Despite whatever amount of strength Odin held in his upper body, even he wasn’t able to forcively drag his body around with one hand with nothing more then a quick push. His head jerked forward, but that was about as far as he went before his weight was once again forced Odin on Taiku’s right side. With his right knee still positioned against Taiku’s side, coiled up against his body as well, Odin kept his left hand on Taiku’s arm while pushing himself across his opponent’s body, going straight into mount. He was forced to lean forward, but given prior injuries and the difference in weight and position Odin had a better chance at leading his opponent’s arm around then having it be vice versa. The question now would be how to end this in his favor, but as any spectator could guess the answer to which won’t be off in the distance.
First things first Odin’s right hand, opened up from its usual fist, came barreling down toward the exposed collarbone of Taiku’s left side. Immediate pressure would with his fingers gripping in as best they could. Injured or not it would only take a fraction of a second for pain to set in, after which Odin’s hand would be onto it’s next endeavor. From shoulder to wrist it came from the outside of Taiku’s arm to grab the wrist from the top, his fingers coiling around with the tips pushing inward rather then trying to press against his thumb. Mimicking the motion of revving the throttle of his father’s Harley Odin torqued his wrist backward, fully expecting Taiku’s arm to begin to peel from it’s grasp, and if not then to at least cause some form of strain on the wrist. Either way he wouldn’t put to much energy into it, having it only as a way to remove the hand after sudden strain on the injured shoulder.
Following in suit with the series of right hand maneuvers he went right into attack once more, throwing his naturally dominant hand down at a sharp 45-degree angle toward the cheek and nose of his opponent. The technique was a punch, his fist coiling directly after letting go of the wrist. Merciless in his aggression, no hesitation present in his body, nor in his eyes. No one but Taiku would be able to witness the fury glistening in the orbs of faint green. They screamed for victory, they showed no means of backing down, of losing.
‘FALL!’
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on May 9, 2007 21:56:01 GMT 1
ooc: This will be short, I'm not feeling too good today, and I was out most of yesterday. Since I'm clearly in no position to do anything else right now, yes, this is all I'm intent on writing.
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The punch at his collarbone was coming in from too close a range for him to do much about it in terms of evasion. He was tired, weakened from the earlier fights, the best he was able to hope for was to twist and push his body in closer against Odin, causing the hit to land against the back of his shoulder as opposed to his collarbone. It hurt still, of course. At such close range, not to mention the fact that he just didn't have the energy to do anything else in regard to it at the moment, this would have to do.
His eyes narrowed tightly at the pain that coarsed through his arm, the muscle instinctively tightening in as he let go of Odins hair, the fist swinging at his opponents head a split second later after retracting a little. Of course, that wasn't the important thing to concern himself with, and as Odins fist careened at his head, it would his raised right forearm, which would in turn strike the front-tilted skull, immediately sending Taikus head against the ring floor with a dull thud.
'Fuck...'
However, whilst he had been stunned by the blow, a lot of the force had been sapped from it through the initial strike against the outside of his arm. His left, once again, would continue to help him attempt to get to the side and away from Odin in a scrambled effort to get to his feet.
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Post by Odin Reeves on May 9, 2007 22:43:01 GMT 1
[Short, but it's not like Odin would try something new.]
The remainder of the match was slowly coming to an end in Odin’s eyes. His body was no longer in harms way, he sat atop his opponent’s body in full mount while pinning the only limb that was in position to harm him. The other was weakened and trying to position the body in such a way to escape, but it was futile. Despite having previously landed a blow while on the bottom there wasn’t anywhere near enough force to remove Odin, or to even jar him into a dizzy state. The blow seemed more of a glance, but the counter action of mimicking Odin’s defense was well played. Odin’s knuckles did in fact connect with the hardened forehead of his opponent, glancing off and moving across the older mans skull. The pain seemed similar to striking the bark of an oak tree, almost nostalgic to Odin’s childhood.
‘Time to end this.’
Not one to waste an advantage, or to hold back, Odin’s right hand quickly returned back to a cocked position. His elbow was behind his head, his fist semi-inline with his shoulder as he turned his body back. His weight was primarily directed over to his left side, maintaining the pin of the left arm as he shot his fist straight downward with a soft angle inward. His target, primarily, was Taiku’s face, there was no need to be precious in this situation, just aim for the middle and strike.
Repetitive in life and fighting, Odin’s right hand would continue to come down one after another. Each time becoming quicker and more consecutive, less about power and drawing his hand back as he tried to strike the proper nerve and put his opponent to sleep.
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