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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 25, 2007 21:28:33 GMT 1
All bets are off.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 26, 2007 10:31:29 GMT 1
The finals: Who knew they’d arrive this quickly? Odin wasn’t surprised though; he had controlled three fights up until this fight, physically dissecting his opponent’s until he reached the final pinnacle of the tournament. Bruce and Jonathan were both caught right at the beginning, brought down and controlled until the very end, Jonathan getting the worst injuries out of all three opponents. His last round, Alkaiser, wasn’t a new opponent, and Odin knew exactly how to fight against him. Every strike had been precise, every movement with meaning. He gave a strong fight, but hadn’t managed anything spectacular in return, at least from Odin’s viewpoint.
Both those, like the countless others, were matches in the past. Now he was heading into the finals, fighting yet another individual he had faced before. Ironically, in the same tournament he had faced off against Alkaiser, though the roles were reversed. He had met Auroth in the beginning of the tournament, and now it was the finals. The situations were different; the lights were all the brighter in the finals, and the key to fighting properly was to not let the crowd get to you. Last time they were both well kept and keen on keeping the crowd out, ignoring the calls and cheers, fighting for the fun of it. Auroth had made him shed blood, and in response Odin returned the favor. Having not had a fight like that one since then he knew this would be a fight to remember.
Pushing himself off the bench near the back of the room Odin moved toward the sound of the cheers. He had arranged with the owner to let both fighters get their own separate locker room for concentration purposes, and whether or not Auroth needed it Odin was positive that he’d accept the gesture. Brushing his lengthier hair back he pushed open the monotone blue door and entered the main floor of the tournament. Voices erupted around him, and yet the presence of the crowd faded as his eyes locked on the raised ring referred to often as the squared circle.
‘Now’s the time, to beat a fighter of his caliber with my new style would mean I’m ready to advance.’ Slow, steady steps lead the bare foot fighter toward the ring. His tape on his ankles was broken in, yet not the point of obvious discomfort. He kept his hands untouched, no gloves, no tape, he wanted to feel every blow, whether giving or receiving he was going to enjoy this thoroughly.
Brushing his palm over the material of the middle rope he walked along the side of the canvas, once more looking over his confinements to this fight. They were the same, always the same. No changes having been made, no changes ever needing to be made. Things were, in a word, perfect.
Slipping inside he waited patiently for his opponent, a clear mind would ensure his victory of style, which would help ensure yet another title under his belt.
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Post by Auroth on Oct 26, 2007 23:10:34 GMT 1
Odin Reeves. That was who was waiting for the man at the end of the Tournament, Odin Reeves. He was the man whom Auroth had entered this Tournament for, to beat him and prove the power and strength he has. Not so long ago the blond had lost to him, forfeiting in the first round. Yet he had trained, gotten better, and returned to battle it out against the Boxer in this new tournament. Who knew that in the end, they would both be facing each other at the summit of their respective roads. It was really funny, how now instead of brawling the first round at full energy they'd be having a epic title match at the end of this long road. However, he was happy though. If Odin had lost to someone, no way in hell would the blond be satisfied with it. He wanted to, by his own hands, beat Odin. No matter how far of a dream that may be, he wants to defeat the Legendary Boxer. He went through this entire tournament just to get a piece of Odin, and if in the end he lost to another fighter... well... That would certainly piss off the blond..
At the moment, the warrior was sitting in the locker room, his head down as he leaned in with his elbows supported over his knees. His hands ran through the man's lustrous yellow hair, as he closed his eyes. There was a tinge of fear in his body now, mixed with a sense of excitement. Before him was the only man ever to have, at least so far, beaten Auroth. A rematch was certainly disquieting.... Yet, yet... He couldn't really explain it, but along side this sense of dread the blond felt a sensation of anticipation and wanting. While he was afraid of fighting Odin again, at the same time he savored the idea of crossing fist with this legendary fighter. What was the point of fighting if one cannot find a worthy foe? There is really no need to work on the small fries, when all that truly mattered was the heavy hitters and the massive power they have.
Now that was a true opponent to fight.
Slowly getting up, the blond inhaled... letting the air flow freely through his body. In an instant, his fear vanished... Left only now with excitement, anticipation and desire. Turning toward the door, the blond sauntered toward it, his foot steps sending echoes down the empty locker room. He had appreciated Odin's act of granting the blond a separate locker room, without it he may not have been properly mentally prepared... But now, all his fears were gone... Replaced with blood lust and a addiction to dishing out pain.
"Let it rain blood" He though, a wicked smile emerging over his pale face.
As he entered the arena area, the crowd began to cheer and cry, yelling out his name. For the most part, Auroth was an unknown. While he did participate last time, he forfeited in the first round and probably went under everyone's radar.... But now, they were cheering, booing, yelling at him. However, all there was on Auroth's mind was the fight to come, the glorious blood shed and violence that would ensure with a bout with Odin.
Entering the arena, the man nodded to Odin as he passed silently and quickly under the ropes. Then, in the next moment, he raised his dukes, placing them close to his lower face/chin. At the same time, he separated his legs shoulder width apart, with his left facing the boxer. Still upon his jaw laid his wicked smile.... brimming and shinning in the lights of the Arena.
"I expected to face you in the finals" The blond said suddenly, over the roar of the crowd. "I had a feeling that no one here could've taken you out of the Tournament and away from our fight."
He then paused, containing himself. The blond had so much to say to Odin, so much philosophy and ideals he wanted to share with a fighter of his caliber. Yet, remembering where he was and what was about to go down, all the blond did was merely stare deeply into Odin's eyes...
"Ready for fight two?"
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 28, 2007 3:18:02 GMT 1
Auroth came into the ring prepared, raising his guard even before speaking. Odin, on the other hand, had yet to do so, remaining positioned across the ring from his adversary and rival. Perhaps the blond haired warrior feared Odin, not externally, as anyone could see the smile smeared across his face, but his subconscious could be provoking him to remaining on guard so as to not be overcome with any said thought or emotion that would result in losing his calm. Such thoughts were possible, but improbable to think of now. If Odin was to focus on them he could begin to believe that he already had the upper hand mentally, thus it could go to his own head, inflate it, and then make him mentally weaker then his opponent.
Exhaling softly Odin listened and watched his opponent as he spoke, the round hadn’t begun yet he felt the tension rising off each word, these two were more then acquaintances, yet they had never hung out. Rivals were defiantly the best word for it, yet as far as Odin was concerned there was no ill will between them. Thus making this situation one were tension could rise easily, and yet they’d like nothing between then for it to last.
Pushing himself out of his home-like-corner Odin trotted forward a few steps, leaving a brief gap of silence in the ring after Auroth had finished speaking. He wasn’t able to quiet the crowd, but he wouldn’t have to yell for his adversary to hear him.
“Fight two? No, this is round two. There was just a long breather between our fights.” Never being one for quips he seemed to try and lighten the situation, which was the case no matter how serious he was. Mimicking his opponent he moved into a left leg forward fighting stance, always similar to his boxing stance as his feet remained in a stable position, yet not over spread as he raised his hands up into guard. His right was protecting his jaw line, remaining loose with soft circles performed by moving his elbow, and thus his shoulder. His left hand remained positioned a bit further in front, yet raised up to jaw level. This was the basic stance for quick and effective jabs, and knowing his opponent Odin would need to be as technical as he possible could in order to out-strike him.
Nodding firmly at his rival Odin notified the start of the match by moving forward, no longer friendship filling his mind as his eyes blazed with the look of malice intent. To be a friend meant to not hold back, to be a rival meant to fight with means to defeat, if not destroy. Being both of these things meant that Odin was going to be attacking with all of his knowledge and ability.
Just coming into his own reach Odin leaned in softly and fired a quick left jab, yet despite it’s crisp, smooth, and unbroken motion toward his opponent’s nose Odin didn’t plant his back foot. He pushed off of it for another slide, sending yet another quick jab after his fist returned back half way. His weight shifted to his front foot, granting him a firm base as his right arm was raised up, ready and willing to be sent out for the first power shot of the match.
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Post by Auroth on Oct 29, 2007 4:28:17 GMT 1
"A long breather?" He began, his voice tranquil and yet filled with a sense of confidence. "I suppose you can call it that."
With that, the smile across his face expanded just a little bit, enjoying the Odin-brand comedy, even if it was a bit bland. Still, a good laugh before a battle is better than tense silence. However, Auroth was still prepared mentally. He was ready to battle with Odin to the end; to finish him and take the title of Champion for himself. His mind was serene and calm, like a pond during a tsunami that refuged to budge. He would not be moved, his eyes only looking to move forward into the clutches of his opponent. That was a real fight now.
Tightening his fists, the man took a brief moment to reflect, his breath gently flowing down his chest. Odin was neither friend nor foe, neither acquaintance nor ally. What could best be said that they were rivals.... but there was no ill-will between the two. The best idea that the man could come up with was that the boxer and martial artist were like two sides of the same coin. They were both silent, strong, and well disciplined. They both were equally powerful fighters, and both were so similar to the other one. So of course this fight has to come... this inevitable battle between two sides to determine which one is superior. So, in that sense, they were not like rivals... but more like fated foes.... predetermined to stand before each other one day, throw their lot into the fire and see who can emerge the victor.
Well, today was that day...
And all Auroth could do was smile at his auspicious destiny.
In an instant, the boxer rushed toward him, his feet gliding across the ground as the Odin's eyes flickered now with malice. Naturally Auroth would have it no other way. Fated foes meant to fight should not be distracted by the fleeting emotions of friendship, and should only speak through the power of their fists. That was Auroth ways of life, and probably the same could be said of Odin. In response, Auroth's eyes glowed with a sense of sadism.... of evil and the desire to bring pain.
Bearing his wicked smile, the Martial Artists immediately mustered up his defense. The left fist that was intended for his nose instead met his forearm. Now, the constant training Auroth did made his forearm strong enough to withstand a jab like Odin's. And while his de-sensitive nerves and hardened bones absorbed the damage, there was a rather good size signal of pain in his mind.... Yet all the blond did was ignore. Pain is irrelevant, merely reminders of the joys of combat. Until his body was broken, the blond would never back down due to a trivial thing like pain... He had too much tolerance for it.
Now, it was time to return the favor to Odin. As he jumped off on his foot to send in another punch, the man smiled. As the fist came near, the man cocked and flickered his neck, so that as it hit it would collide with his cheek. Again, pain flared up in his mind, and in response that twist grin he bore widened an inch. That's because at the same time he absorbed the blow, his right fist was already on route to Odin's nose. It was fast, crisp and accurate, the thins to look for in a hand strike. To dodge a simultaneous attack was flat out impossible, something in the realm of Special Ops, Martial Art Masters of Boxing Champions. As Odin knows, a punch to the nose is a harrowing experience... And if his shot hit, the result would most likely be watering eyes, bloody nose, and a host of other annoying things.
At the same time, the man took note of Odin's right fist as the blond seamlessly moved into his next attack. As soon as the fist would hit, miss or be deflected, the man would advance forward like an unstoppable warrior. As he would near the boxer, the Martial Artist would take off and perform a flying knee kick to Odin's chest. Hopefully his previous punch would throw off his defenses to a lower body attack. What the blond was aiming for was a strike to the torso area, fast, strong and powerful. While the term may be flying knee strike, what Auroth was going was probably lifting himself at the absolute maximum of 6 inches to try and collide with Odin's chest.
"I have made my response" He thought with a smirk. "So how shall you fall into my web?"
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 29, 2007 4:50:02 GMT 1
Connection and deflection, both close to one another, and yet worlds apart. His first punch was deflected, well, more so flat out blocked, but that didn’t stop the half-snap backward and the start of his second punch. It was closer, more accurate, and his feet were already in position to retreat. By putting the majority of his weight on his front foot Odin was able to control his center of motion from his jab. He could either lean in further, adding more weight and thus more power, or lean back and begin his retreat to lure his opponent in deeper.
Both were playing a dangerous game of trapping, but it question of who would falter first remained.
In Odin’s case, the sight of the right fist, the power hand of his opponent flying at his face was nothing new, but this was an occasional occurrence in Odin’s sparring and boxing matches, and now something he had a clear set defense against. Pushing back off of his left foot he would be able to not only slide back an inch in order to clear the reach of the punch, but also lean back. All while his left hand dropping down to avoid blocking and thus intercepting the right arm of his opponent. But his slide back would be short lived, as Odin rebounded quickly, pushing forward and stepping out with his left leg as his upper body dipped down.
To the untrained fighter this may have seemed like the classic ‘desperation punch’, a haymaker from out of the blue, but this wasn’t the twelfth round in a championship boxing match, and while the two contestants were fighting for a title it was to early to be desperate.
By dipping under his opponent’s presumably retracting right arm and throwing his own after stepping in Odin cleared the distance while sending all of his power toward his opponent’s face. His weight was one hundred percent backing his punch, and yet he was in a sound and steady position. If his rival choose to try and jump in at that time he would’ve been able to most likely knee Odin in his right pectoral, but would fly head-first into one of the strongest straight punches Odin’s ever thrown.
And yet, despite Odin’s confidence that he’d strike his opponent flush, he prepared to continue on his assault should he fail, while also being able to do move into a defensive position. That’s because his back leg was already bent and coming in to allow for a better maneuverability, and his left foot was still raised up onto its ball.
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Post by Auroth on Oct 30, 2007 4:39:21 GMT 1
Odin had managed to dodge Auroth's counter in a very skillful and masterful way, something no less than what the blond expected from a foe like Odin. From the moment the boxer leaned back, Auroth's fist dangling in mid-air, he realized that Odin too had gotten better. What would've worked back in the last fight would not work now. Auroth should've expected for his foe to have gotten better, yet he was blinded by his own sense of self-power that he thought he could outmatch Odin.
Well, he was wrong wasn't he?
None the less, all this meant was a total reconstruction of Auroth's fighting strategy to this point. Thankfully, Auroth was well adapted for such feats. His training and harmonizing of the Jeet Kune Do philosophy, reading of the Book of Five Rings, and other ideals based on the concept of free form movement and going with the flow would allow the man to easily respond to Odin's new founded power. He would be like water, changing and altering his patterns to fight the new scheme of things. He had gotten better at shifting, able to wield Traditional Styles and Improvisation hand-in-hand like a rifle and a pistol.
Now, Auroth had seen Odin's hand and where it was. Nothing could escape the Immaculate gaze of Auroth's cerulean eyes, not even the placement of the boxer's fist. Now, the blond would not stop in his advance. Even though he knew his body was much more frail compared to Odin's, he knew this attack and the follow up ones would switch the favor around so that now Auroth would have the advantage. Besides, this is all under the prime assumption that Auroth would have to get hit. Everything that was going on was something that Auroth could be able to correct, rectify and mend. This fist going toward him would be stopped.
And no, he will perform the knee strike? Why? Because not only will it give him a advantage, there is also the Pride side of it. Auroth does not want to back down, if at all possible. Strategic retreat? Yea, that's a given... But a full fled run away like what he could do at the moment would mentally shame Auroth. He would not be able to look in the mirror at himself if he ran away. Besides, running away is a sign of weakness... And the last thing Odin needs to know is that Auroth is weak. He could've feigned ineptness to trick Odin... but no, the boxer knows that Auroth is strong... Which rules out that strategy.
Now, onto the physical realm, as Auroth darted forward, his left and free hand swiftly went on the move. Once more using the forearm, the man swatted away the punch like a fly. It was painful, as the energy from Odin's strike was redirected past his head with some of its kinetic energy banging up against his own arm. Yet it was much better than getting a face full of knuckles. The blond was still aware of his surroundings though, he knew his foe would have several back-up plans, much like how he has his own, and could implement them at any time.
For his final trick though, the blond, after sending in that knee strike, would then take the advantageous position of being above Odin. Auroth would instantly curl his fist and send in a painful strike to Odin's neck area. He knew exactly where to hit to trigger the gag reflex, which when struck by Auroth's hand would cause the opponent to lose focus, ability and thus be left defenseless against Auroth's onslaught. However, knowing the defenses of the boxer, the Martial artist had several ideas on where and how his opponent shall next strike... and planned accordingly...
"This is so entertaining....."
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 30, 2007 7:55:49 GMT 1
Odin’s body was pushed upwards and turned to the side ever so slightly, all due to the deflection and the knee striking him firmly in the shoulder from his bent over position. And yet, he wasn’t worried, his position was still solid and in fact the timing of his motions led to another option that would give him an advantage position-wise in this fight. With the deflection coming in first he had time to prep his body to send out another punch, and yet despite his arm being bent across his chest he didn’t throw, rather he hooked the underside of his opponent’s leg was the knee struck his body.
Now, because his opponent had jumped there were a few possibilities as to where his body would be, with Odin’s upper body becoming once again vertical – due to him standing up along with the knee connecting to push him back – the body of his rival could be flopped over his shoulder, but Auroth wasn’t that flimsy, lithe yes, but flimsy no. So that left to Auroth standing in front of him on leg. Either way the first thing Odin would do is slid his right foot, the same foot that had just slid in to meet his front, backward. By doing this and turning over his body he’d either make Auroth start to hop in order to keep a proper balance, or he’d spread his opponent’s legs apart and give himself a much greater advantage striking wise.
Either way, he’d have the reaction advantage and also a much better position in terms of reach and control.
If he continued to walk backward he’d eventually walk into the ropes, and pressing himself up against them wouldn’t fair to well for keeping an advantage, so as he started to walk backward, yes actually walk rather then slid his one foot, he’d begin to turn and walk around to Auroth’s right, making sure to keep a good distance in each step so as to not let Auroth catch up. Then, without warning, Odin would move in, lifting Auroth’s captured leg that’s kept to tightly to his(Odin’s) body and throw a quick and powerful right handed body shot, most noticeable as an upper-cut. Then, without a moment’s hesitation he’d return to moving backward, making sure Auroth was still off-guard.
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Post by Auroth on Oct 31, 2007 3:30:23 GMT 1
"Shit" The blond thought. "I got caught..."
Yet, he wasn't worried at all. Rather, his face was calm and relaxed. Even though he had been ensnared in the Boxer's trap, he still had the upper hand. He could very easily manipulate and flow the situation around to his favor. Think about it. Right now, Odin may have one of his hands holding, rather tightly at that, to Auroth's legs.... But that leaves him with only 1 arm to defend himself. Compounding to this situation is that Odin was now in a rather awkward position to defend himself in anyways, which only added to the bonuses Auroth has. Sure, his knee may be caught... but unlike MMA, Auroth here has the option to attack pressure point and other dangerous areas. Both knew what would happen when they entered this ring... It was a match between fighters now, not sport players.
Bringing a dark grim onto the blond's face.
As Auroth raced backwards forward, he began to raise his hands into the air and descend with a violent cascade of fists along Odin's neck. Then, with speed second to none, the man went from overhead pounds down onto upper cuts. While i may appear he was hitting random spots along the head, in truth what Auroth was doing was that his fists were hitting the neck area, frontal face and the back of the head. While Odin probably had some resistance with getting smacked up front in his grill, he probably did not posses that much, if any, reinforcement of the back of his head or the back and front neck area. The reason being that Boxing simply does not target these areas as intensively as it does the head.
With Auroth's seemingly random yet all calculated shots, however, each blow was meant to do more damage than through just brute force. The blows to the back of the head and neck area would cause Odin to gag and lose awareness. By hitting the back of the head, the blond would be directly impacting the Occipital Lobes of the mind, the ones that control vision for the most part. By slightly damaging those, then Auroth could easily reduce his foe's vision, even if it was momentarily. Besides, it is a well known fact that a blow to the back of the head is very painful and can instantly knock him out... Here's hoping for it.
Meanwhile, his neck strikes and face strikes were simple. A bloody nose, bloody eye, etc; they are all things that Boxers know very well can and will ruin their fighting prowess. If Auroth can inflict one of these injuries, then the fight would obviously lean in favor toward Auroth. Finally, neck strikes need little to no explanation. A strike there is debilitating. From the trigger of the gag reflect to out right chocking, it will lean the fight in favor to Auroth...
So the blond was thorough with his seemingly random strikes. He targeted all areas to which he knew would the most troublesome for Odin... and simply went for it. They were both rivals to each other after all; only one can win and they both knew that the other would start doing some crazy shit to the other one. It just so happened Auroth pulled out his tricks first.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 1, 2007 20:25:10 GMT 1
While he began to pull Auroth along the blond haired warrior started to retaliate, throwing mass amounts of punches towards him, and yet this is exactly what he was trying to protect against by heaving his opponent along. As a matter of fact, the amount of balance combined with speed that his adversary was using in order to remain upright was extremely good. Thus why he was Odin’s rival without a doubt, his skill and determination seemed to match Odin’s, though focusing on different parts.
Regardless, when the punches began to fly Odin covered up one side of his face with his right arm, blocking at least half the punches being sent toward him simply by moving his arm to the side, and with his other arm he went to screw with his opponent’s leg, all while moving back in clockwise circles around his opponent and leaning back when need-be. As he circled and drew back he’d jerk his opponents leg either way, forcing him to pivot, and thus correct himself. If he didn’t he could easily sprain something, pull something, or end up off balance and tumbling toward the floor, which could dislocate his leg from his hip, should that be the case. Yet, this wasn’t enough to ensure victory, it was just enough to ensure that his opponent’s punches would slow, as he’d need to focus on his balance, no matter how good it was to begin with.
After the punches had diminished and Odin remained torqueing his opponent’s leg with each step around he’d start his assault. After yanking his opponent to his left, Auroth’s right, Odin would step in, closing the gap between them as he sent his right fist up toward his opponent’s stomach. He wasn’t to worried about his opponent dodging, as he held one of his legs, and wasn’t to worried about receiving a punch as he stepped in for a few reasons: first, he was keeping his opponent off track, and moving in after a sudden movement would help. Second, he was stepping in close, meaning once he got past half way the striking distance would be rather null and void. And third, his opponent’s balance was the key to his survival, so if it wasn’t taking precedence right now than Odin could capitalize much easier.
It may have seemed like Odin was just toying with his opponent, but he was serious, and ever move was being thought of in advance, every counter and likely defense possibility. He was thinking ahead, then relying on his instincts, and by combining those two aspects he believed himself to be invincible.
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Post by Auroth on Nov 2, 2007 20:27:18 GMT 1
Now, Auroth was doing fine. He was actually getting in a good amount of shots. While his position was not all too great, he could at least hammer down some blows against his opponent. These blows, none of which too powerful, taken together would actually be quite disorienting and probably painful. After all, a flurry of punches, even if a bit off, will still hurt... And so in the pain and hit war Auroth was winning. But still, at this point he simply has to admire Odin. No where else has the man met such a skillful and determined foe, someone willing to go so far to win. Aside from himself, Auroth's lists of fighters like this was rather slim. Maybe it was because Auroth fought only quitters, or simply didn't fight against any foe that was worth being called a good fight.
Regardless, he was happy now..
Odin was throwing Auroth off balance, moving constantly to keep his one leg continuously trying to keep in step with Odin. This was not a ideal location. True, while the blond can hammer down a cascade of punches like he so desires, the truth of the matter was that this location would only send Auroth into a world of hurt. He could try and stand here, hold his position and fight to the death.... But there was a small but definitely clear line between valor and stupidity. For the moment, Auroth had to deal with being tugged around. There was a intense amount of strain against his lower body, and at some point he even felt like giving up and falling down. Muscles yelled for the end of the strain, while his joints chaffed uncomfortably. However, Auroth would need to, in the words of the President, stay the course.
His political views aside (he's a moderate, or in Auroth's words "indifferent"), what Auroth was really waiting for was a moment to act. If he moved too quickly and obviously, then his plan would fail and he'd have to come up with a new move. If he acted too late, his leg would be seriously fucked up. So as he moved, all he could do was let the excitement grow inside him. As oppose to other fighters, the man was actually enjoying this.... This game of patience and waiting.... All it did was just make the blond get more and more excited for the moment when he would escape.
"Wait.... waiting.... waiting..." The cruel blond though, a smile across his face.
Then it came, subtly but surely. A punch soared, colliding with the man's stomach. It was painful yes, and Auroth felt as though his body was going to break..... but this was the perfect moment to act. Pushing his agony aside, the man suddenly under hooked Odin's right arm, the one that's holding Auroth (I believe), and pushed up. At the same time, Auroth stomped his foot down. Hard. With the Boxer's punch, Odin would be slightly off a bit. The blond would take advantage of that and swiftly attempt to free his leg via pushing down against Odin's grip and pushing up on Odin's arm. With this, Auroth would be able to free himself from the clinch his opponent initiated.
If the move succeeds, then the warrior would quickly use his free arm, his right arm, and send in a powerful and painful body shot to Odin. It would be quick, fast and crisp... all qualities that a strike must have. His target was the Solar Plexus, the spot where the most potential damage would be. A shot there could end this fight if it hit true and hard. Otherwise, he angled the blow so that if it missed, then the next area of contact would be the stomach, which was always a fine place to strike. He did not know whether or not Odin would be able to respond to this sudden freedom then strike... but even so, the blond still had several plans in the works to deal with whatever Odin has next.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 3, 2007 8:16:44 GMT 1
[Odin’s actually holding your characters leg with his left arm, having reaching across his body to grab it during the knee, then pulled in tight. So, if you don’t have any objections I’m just going to reverse your hands, saying that your right arms going for the under hook, and the lefts going for the punch.]
His strike was clean, and all he had to do was endure a few taps – in multitudes – but taps nonetheless. There power was diminished by his backpedaling, and his softly leans back and constant change of motion, as well as his right arm being up in guard resulting in roughly half the punches thrown being blocked. So, despite a few tender spots under his left eye and along the same check he was relatively uninjured, and had already scored a few strikes of his own, along with the perfectly placed upper cut in his opponent’s abdomen. Being so close to his opponent most likely helped prevent his rival from bending over due to the force and weight, but that wasn’t exactly a good thing.
As Auroth wrapped his right arm under Odin’s he continued the motion by letting go of his opponent’s leg and then with a half-circle motion hooked his left arm under his opponent’s right from the outside in. His previously docile right hand – that was being kept up in a soft guard after his punch – would be finding a grip around the back of his opponent’s head around that precise moment. Then would come two moves Odin had never performed in an actual match, moves that he once found cheap and dirty.
The first was his left knee coming up from the power position as Odin held his rivals right arm back and head down, aiming it at Auroth’s midsection. With Auroth’s leg having already been released he’d have a clear path, and wasn’t worried about any assault from the left, as his knee had more prep time. Once more, a thought ahead tactic that he was sure would pay off.
The second strike was similar to the first, only he’d drop his left near his right – at least within shoulder distance – and then he’d really pull down on the supposedly weakened frame to send his right knee straight up into Auroth’s skull. Whether he hit forehead, nose, chin, cheek, jaw, it didn’t matter. His first knee was to weaken the already struck midsection, to make Auroth bend over easier, then his right was to finish it. And somehow he doubted that after receiving one knee his rival, or anyone for that matter, would have the strength or presence of mind to retaliate before receiving the second.
If both knees struck flush, Odin was sure he’d get a knock-out victory. For him it was simple, he was told that punches were to weaken one’s opponent, but knee’s, there for finishing.
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Post by Auroth on Nov 3, 2007 21:05:14 GMT 1
OoC: No problem
Auroth had noticed some oddities in the way Odin had fought. The man was, first and foremost, a boxer. He only relied upon ground fighting when the moment came upon him, he himself not actually initiating the grapple. As such, the man found it quite queer (In the weird way) that Odin was now holding onto Auroth as though he was gasping for air. The blond knew that Odin had plenty of wrestling experience.... Yet so knew that Boxer was the man's preferred form of fighting. He was a stand up fighter, not a grappler. As such, the only thing that Auroth can draw from these observations was that his opponent has indeed grew in skill.... Now able to fight with both striking and grappling. That also meant that Odin would continue to pull these grabbing moves, using both fist and palm to defeat Auroth.
All the blond could say to that was "Bring it on"
Now, onto the matter at hand, Auroth knew he was in for a world of hurt when his head was grabbed and his arm was under hooked. This was similar to countless other styles, from Kung Fu to Muay Thai to Brazilian Jujitsu, this position he was in was definitely not the best location. Knowing Odin, the probably next attacks would either be dragging Auroth to the ground or kneeing the crap out of him. Both seemed equally likely to the man. Odin is a good wrestler, so bringing this match to the ground was likely. On the other hand, he was a striker... So a knee strike also seemed probably.The important idea though was that it seems as though Odin has control of the match now. Indeed, what it came all down to it this fight was control. Depending on who had it, they had the most advantageous spot to inflict damage. For a while, the control and dominance of this match weaved and ebbed back and forth between Auroth and Odin... for the moment though Odin had control...
Yet the blond was not without hope. He knew quite well how to navigate out of this situation. He had faced countless foes before, and has the experience to deal with these trapping situations. While Odin may have under hooked Auroth, the blond continued the arm spinning motion so that he would be able to break free out of the hold. At the same time, his left hand quickly dove into the arm pit of Odin's right arm, pushing up while the warrior dug his head free from the head lock. This move is a move used by dozens of grapplers from dozens of styles.... From Wrestling to BJJ. It was, indeed, a useful move. In doing this freeing maneuver, Auroth would also at the same time move backwards of forward against Odin. The important thing about a knee strike was balance. By constantly pushing or pulling against the boxer-turned-MMAist, he would be able to off set his balance and give the blond a window of opportunity to break free of his grip and not receive a knee strike.
As he freed himself, the blond hair warrior would then use his primary strength, speed, to retaliate against Odin. His recently freed right arm would curl its fingers up, forming a impressive fist, as it move toward Odin's face. The speed was amazing, and given the recent distraction provided by Auroth's break off hopefully the fist would connect due to his sudden change in moves. From a break off to a punch, Auroth knew little who could deal with such a speedy change in moves and such little down time between either.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 3, 2007 22:59:43 GMT 1
The push and pull of his opponent was not encouraging for a knee strike, especially for Odin who was new at them. His balance was good when he had both feet on the ground, though the difference was noticeable when only one foot was given his balance. So rather then risking a stumble in either direction as Odin pulled down on his struggling opponent he didn’t go for the knee strike, rather began to push and pull with Auroth. Try as Auroth might Odin didn’t let go of the back of his head, the hand up in his armpit wasn’t that disturbing, so by staying close he wouldn’t give his rival the chance to pull far enough back. His other arm was under hooked once more, so instead of once again trying to reverse the situation Odin simply clenched his fist, keeping it cocked and aimed along his opponent’s arm.
So, there it was, Odin with his left clenched, Auroth with his right. The push and pull prevented the knee strikes, his under hook was reversed, and now both men were ready to attack. The only thing stopping Odin was that he was expecting to be attacked, and thus waited for the strike. He knew due to Auroth’s body position that sending a knee in retaliation to his own wasn’t likely, his waist was to far back, his feet were positioned to far behind in order to actually push and pull. So, seeing as there was only one limb left not busy – as Auroth’s left was ‘trapped’ under Odin’s armpit – he could tell that the right fist was going to strike. The question was where. If it was to the body it would lack power, and by dropping his elbow he’d be able to block it with his bicep and forearm. However, if it was to his head he’d just have to bend his forearm back a bit in order to block what could only be a hook from that position.
After the latter was shown to be the chosen choice of attack Odin did indeed pull back his arm and block Auroth’s, parrying it to the side with a soft push as his shoulder relax and his fist tilted out to the side. With the angle and distance counted for Odin snapped his left arm out and basically across, only a small hook being performed, as it would be sent toward Auroth’s jaw with a slight twist of his hips. Still pull down on the back of his head he remained trying to control his rival’s position in order to ensure the strike.
If he were indeed successful he’d send another, most likely having to step forward in order to keep his opponent from retreating. He was aware of this, and would then – after a second punch – fully clinch his opponent and push him back into a corner, where he’d be able to keep him firmly pressed against the turnbuckle, making him lean back as his elbows pressed firmly against his collar bones. Assaulting the body would be a good idea, given it being stretched so much, but then again depending on the situation Odin would chose what to use.
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Post by Auroth on Nov 4, 2007 16:50:48 GMT 1
For intents and purposes, Auroth's left hand was not trapped under Odin's arm pit. While it may seem as such, it truly is not. First off, the arm his not strung out and instead his close enough so that Auroth can utilize his strength where need be, especially if he wished for his arm to escape. It's easier to escape than right back against a grip right? As such, what Auroth did was a defensive move. Odin it seems may have control of the match, but as said before Auroth was not without tricks of his own to turn the tide of the battle to his favor. At this point, it is pretty obvious both of the fighters are sweaty. This, just as in the last match, would probably mean that grapples would be much more difficult to attain and keep a hold onto. Auroth was pretty sure that in the moments he spent in Odin's pits, he has sweat up enough water to feet a small desert nation for two years.
As such, in an instant action the man freed both his arms, both wet with sweat and yet still strong with the Will of Auroth. Quickly his right and left hand planted themselves onto Odin's body; his right on the boxer's shoulder and his left on his chest. With a quick maneuver the blond then pulled his sweaty and wet head back as his arms pushed against Odin; all while Auroth was constantly ebbing and flowing back and forth to keep Odin off balance. In keeping the boxer off balance, Auroth would be able to have an easier time freeing himself as the Boxer wouldn't be able to find a firm base and mount a respectable hold onto Auroth. Further more, in his mind, Auroth mentally noted that Odin was still fresh to an clinch strikes, and perhaps may be a bit hesitant to use them in the future. Foor now though, the blonde hair warrior would enjoy his freedom after Odin's stinky pits.
"Now...we're both too sweaty to grapple effective" The blond thought. "How about we do it the old fashion way.... beating the shit out of each other"
At this moment, Auroth would probably have his head down below Odin. Yet, the man did not intend to step back. He wanted to go forward, to strike like the storm and prove his power. In an instant he shot up, a grim, yet happy, smirk across his white face as he shot a uppercut to Odin's chin. In it he threw everything; he used his leg muscles in his ascent to power the uppercut, while his shoulders contorted upwards to strike at the chin alongside his arm muscles. This uppercut was fast, and it was probably not going be forgotten by Odin any time soon.
"Now this is what fun is!"
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 5, 2007 3:42:06 GMT 1
[What happened to the right punch from your character? Eh. No matter.]
With Odin’s balance in play, meaning both feet were on the ground, positioned about shoulders width apart, and his left was still in back providing a strong center of gravity he saw no reason as to why he’d be unable to attack his opponent while the lighter, more lithe individual tried to make him sway like a thin tree in a gentle breeze. One should not forget who holds what strengths in a match, and at this point Auroth was trying to use strength against the stronger fighter. The conclusion: Odin’s victory.
As his rival was trying to push Odin away his left fist would be coming down with intent to disable, being aimed at the broad surface of Auroth’s back. With his head down and body leaned over he’d be unable to see Odin’s left brick-like-hand coming down in a hammer fist toward his upper back, just above the center of his shoulder blades. The result of such a thunderous blow would most likely be Auroth descending to his knee’s, if not face first into the ground due to his bent over position. Should he hit the ground Odin would capitalize by kneeling down on Auroth’s back, his right knee positioned across Auroth’s shoulder blades with his left kept out to the side in a sprawl for balance.
Should Auroth only descend to his knee’s Odin’s capitalization would be more vicious and brutal, as he’d send his right hand down in a palm strike, pushing against the back of Auroth’s head to force his face into the canvas. Luckily they weren’t fighting on concrete, as it had been done back in Varron, so Auroth’s head wouldn’t crack and cause a life threatening injury, but getting back up would be a challenge in itself, especially with Odin’s relentless persona.
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Post by Auroth on Nov 5, 2007 23:03:02 GMT 1
OoC: You're lucky Odin... I'm feeling better.
Auroth was smiling, happy as can be. Odin was indeed a worthy foe. He was able to pin Auroth down and use his weaknesses while maximizing his strengths. How idiotic could Auroth have been to fall for Odin's trap! Regardless, despite the fact that his attempts had ultimately failed to free him, Auroth still had other strategies to employ. He was, after all, like water... Able to flow and move with the situation. Fine, if Odin wanted to use strength so be it. All this mean was that Auroth was going to have to be much more craftier. While he did prefer a straight up striking fight, the man knew that knowledge of the ground game was also important. Without, one can't be said to be able to easily flow and move with the situation now can they? Regardless, the blond hair warrior knew what he had to do next.
While it can be said that those who have a weight disadvantage can be easily beaten in grapple, Auroth must disagree with this point. First off, Auroth has seen people that weight much less yet still were able to use leverage, strength but most important speed during a ground fight. Strength does have its part, but ultimately being able to respond and break free is much more important than trying to use one's limited space to grab hold of people. For honestly in the limited space on has, one's strength can only count for so much if not reinforced with agility and technique. Besides, Odin was a stand up fighter. While it is true that Auroth is the same, the blond hair warrior has actually spent several years training in ground fighting to round out his fighting set. He does much prefer the stand up, but as noted before to be able to flow like water one has to be ready for anything.
Auroth was expecting that Odin, with his rather limited knowledge of the ground game pertaining to only ground-and-pound, would be at a disadvantage there. However, knowing the caliber at which the Boxer operated at, the man also knew he could not be so arrogant when facing Odin on the ground. Caution there, just as in striking, was and still is key.
Now, the blond's two hands are free. What this means is that Auroth can now take down Odin. Instantly, and by that just after his freedom attempt had failed, the man instantly pushed forward with his body. At the same time, both his hands reached down and grabbed both back sides of Odin's legs, his palms grabbing the back of them. Then, with a quick motion, the blond pulled back as Auroth pushed forward.... bringing Odin down onto his back. Now, Auroth had a suspicion that Odin was intending for Auroth to go ground, but Auroth also knew that Odin knew that Auroth knew more ground techniques and ultimately had more knowledge than he did, and so therefore probably did not intend to bring this fight to the ground. If he did though, then the Boxer would have to deal with someone who was well versed in the art of the ground....
"This is simply too much fun.. we must do this again"
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Post by Odin Reeves on Nov 6, 2007 8:47:00 GMT 1
To provide a strong, clubbing blow to the back of Auroth, as intended by the boxer-turned-mixed-martial-artist Odin needed to lean forward and apply his weight. His left arm was the descending limb, and his left leg was already back, putting him in a front stance – when referencing most martial arts. While his stance was a bit shorter to atone for his fight style, boxing, it was still longer do to the previous scuffle and push-and-pull movements of his opponent. Thus, as Auroth went in for the takedown Odin seemed lucky to be half way into a sprawl. As the lithe rival of the muscular boxer dove in the short range needed Odin would counter with his upper body and lower body acting in unison, but with two different goals in mind.
First off his right arm would dip down and go to hook his opponent’s left as it went for his right thigh. His left arm didn’t have this choice as it was attempting to smash Auroth into the ground, so rather then just being a spare limb he subconsciously used it for balance, ultimately having it ending up on Auroth’s lower back. While his upper body was dipping down and fighting off the grapple his lower body would be sprawling out to the side. His left leg extended a bit more while acting as his power leg, allowing for his right leg to spread off to the side while extending his knee.
Now, Odin had no doubt in his mind that Auroth would be able to support his weight if he put one arm on the ground, most likely his right given the fact that Odin was trying to hook his left, and would’ve either gotten it or his shoulder. Though, if Odin’s weight did prove too much after all the punches thrown and defensive measures taken then Odin’s knees would become the pillars that support both men above the canvas. With Auroth lifted off the floor of the arena and Odin on top there only seemed to be one option: Decimate.
His left arm would be free of keeping his balance, as Odin’s pectorals and upper abdominals would be supporting him across the top portion of Auroth’s back. So, with one clear arm in use he’d begin to attack his opponent’s side with short, vicious punches, aiming both knuckles toward the kidneys and love-hands and of his opponent. After several shots, the actual number not a concern as he fired off at least five to eight punches, Odin’s arm would wrap itself around his rivals midsection and his left knee would raise itself off the ground. Only being off the ground long enough to put an adequate amount of pressure on the ball of his foot it would be launched thereafter toward either Auroth’s skull or shoulder, whichever it was didn’t matter, it’d hurt, though Auroth was one for a good deal of punishment.
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Post by Kyukaku on Nov 7, 2007 0:18:21 GMT 1
Judging postponed until friday, so we can better determine a clear victor. Now's the time to sway us, children.
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Post by Auroth on Nov 7, 2007 3:25:43 GMT 1
OoC: Damn, time to have some fun with this!
Auroth was amazed by Odin, and surprised with his own stupidity. Odin had been able to so masterfully move from a punch to a sprawl and entirely negate the Martial Art's take down. He was also chagrined by his own idiocy, as he under estimated the extent of Odin's training and his ability to blend wrestling and boxing. The blond had lead Odin into a sprawl as oppose to taking down the man as Auroth wished so. However, there was gain on Auroth's side. The headlock he was once in no longer was there, and he had been able to flow from a harmful and dangerous position to a relatively neutral one. While it can be said that Odin has the advantage, in truth both fighters were in positions were any one of them can make a move.
And a move did Odin make.
For his opening act, the man decided to try and use his right arm and grab the blond's left arm and maybe go deeper into his defenses. However, Auroth was not about to let this slide. His left arm fought back, and the Boxer-turned-Mixed-Martial-Artist's hook attempt was responded to by the blond with a hook of his forearm and biceps around Odin's arm, hooking around a hook so to speak. At the same time, Auroth was able to shift his weight and made his knee the supporting feature of his body. His knee was currently against the ground, balancing and supporting Auroth while his right arm seemed to be the pillar upon which the Martial Artist survived on.
Now, Auroth had to deal with these situations all the time back in his wrestling days. Luckily though, he was able to pick up many things, and would be able to easily deal with this situation with the variety of moves and techniques at his disposal. So while Odin may be applying pressure onto the blond, he would have a response all his own to deal with the Boxer.
A wicked smile, the same one from before, then widened just a bit more... As his eyes shinned with blood lust.
Quickly the man moved, before the first punch was thrown. So trained was Auroth that he was able to automatically move into his counter of Odin's sprawl with the speed that Odin did not posses. Quickly he forced himself forward, pushing off from his knee, as his right arm swiftly and suddenly shot out and placed itself in the space between Odin's legs. At that moment, Auroth felt Odin's punching colliding with him. Even if Auroth was faster, Odin's punches were extremely quick on their own merit. This first punch collided against Auroth's lower left side, hitting where his kidneys were a moment ago. Luckily, the punch was not as strong as they could be. Through the sprawl, Odin would not be able to use his entire body for the strike, only his arm muscles. While they did hurt in their own right, they were nothing compared to fully supported strikes that Odin could throw.
Still, the blond hair warrior had to persevere. He came too far to end so quickly. His right arm swiftly attached itself to Odin's inner thigh. Then, with a monstrous display of power, speed and technique wrapped into one, Auroth quickly hauled Odin above his shoulder on the Boxer's sides with his left and right arms. This was for a brief moment, but it was a essential component of a move known as a Fire man. Odin probably knew what it was... but did he have the skills to escape one? No matter, with a tilting of his body and the throwing of his arms forward, the blond would send the boxer down onto the ground and onto his back. The force would be stunning to Odin, but it would be nothing damaging.
No, damage was for Auroth's next move.
In an instant, the man would then move toward Odin's neck with his right arm, while Auroth's left dealt with the boxer's hook. Swiftly and instantly, the man would send in a swift and powerful punch to Odin's neck. It was nothing fatal mind you, but it would certainly be debilitating. A average man would probably gag and his eyes water as the man's neck muscles would spasm violently. Now, Odin was stronger than that... but even so, not even the former Champion can shrug off a neck strike.
"Show me your power!"
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