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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 15, 2007 18:47:34 GMT 1
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 16, 2007 19:53:07 GMT 1
[Waiting for Alkaiser to post, don't feel like double posting with an IC post at the beginning of a match.]
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 17, 2007 8:03:52 GMT 1
[For failing to post within the first twenty-four hours, then the extended time I gave him, Alkaiser is no longer in the tournament. This was noted by one of the other judges, so that no one stepped in before the allotted time was up.
This sucks.]
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 17, 2007 19:33:02 GMT 1
(OOC: Wait wait wait I'm here! I didn't know that I was obligated to go first because you created the thread! I was way bogged down with studying for a midterm, so I figured I'd give you the opportunity to go first! Now if you'll note when this is posted, I've made the effort within the 24 hours since your last post on the thread! I just didn't know that I could lose on a technicality because of my rank as a competitor as compared to your judge status! C'mon, don't throw me out just because I had to put school first for a while! I know I should've posted about that but still! Besides, I'm not a mind reader here. I had no idea that you would just not post before me! I'm appealing your decision...please reconsider! I'll have my IC post ready and waiting for if you change your mind.)
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Post by Kyukaku on Oct 18, 2007 3:49:37 GMT 1
As a judge, I'm appealing this. For one, this had never been brought to my attention, and the fact Odin can't be an official in his own matches means if Kai said otherwise it would be 1-1 on this. As both judge, and moderator, I'm saying this match will continue, or rather start. If anyone wants to argue, I'll just DQ you both, since neither put up an IC post.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 18, 2007 12:37:27 GMT 1
Hoisting himself over the ropes to the ring he hopped three times before stopping in the middle of the four corners to the squared circle. Pivoting slightly he looked around for any sign of his opponent, who by his definition was jumpy, as that’s what he did allot in their prior tournament fight. With no current signs of his opponent within immediate range of the ring he stopped his motions and began to calm his senses. There wasn’t any need getting himself worked up before the fight even began.
Falling back to the far corner Odin’s attention was drawn to his hands. This time around he was wearing black fingerless gloves, made for grappling and some boxing, though the knuckle padding was extremely thin. Tugging down on the edge he tightened the feeling between his fingers, readjusted the strap around his wrist, and then performed the same ritual on his other hand.
Seconds felt like minutes as his opponent continued to dawdle, yet the soft tapping of his bare feet helped keep the time from stopping. Once his opponent was in the ring he’d begin this fight with little hesitation, after all it was but one round away from the finals.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 18, 2007 18:01:54 GMT 1
(OOC: Thank you. Sorry for all of the trouble. Good luck to you, Odin.)
No excuse. That was all Steve could think of as he rushed through the double doors of the underground halls, making his way back to the fighting center. Steve was quite late for his match against none other than Odin Reeves. It was the semi-finals of the last tournament Steve had competed in which Odin thrashed him right out of his championship run. Odin would go on to win that tournament. Now they met again in the same round, and Alkaiser was already screwing up his shot.
Steve floats through the crowd and reaches the ring to find an annoyed opponent standing in his corner waiting for the sound of the bell. Stretches were useless at this point, as Alkaiser's body was already in a heightened state of activity. It was time to start...five minutes ago. Steve gives a large sigh to try and calm his nerves before walking a few feet into the center of the ring.
"Alright, lets get this started." Barzahd exclaims as he sinks into a wide judo stance, taking caution where it was needed. Odin was dangerous, and Steve knew it.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 19, 2007 7:44:56 GMT 1
[I'm assuming it's an open handed Judo Stance, right leg forward.]
Once his opponent had moved into stance Odin began to prowl forward. Neither side took control and leaded the way as he walked, shoulders swaying from side to side as his hands remained half raised near his waist. He knew this boy, like most others, was one to try and kick out, so before he reached his own striking range he raised his hands to a higher position, both fists tightly curled.
Stepping forward he moved in with a short step, using his left foot as he let a jab fly outward. It lacked real power but remained crisp, crisp enough that should it strike it would in fact cause the head the jerk backward. The nose was the intended target, but only because it was the in the middle of the face, leaving him with a higher probability of striking.
Regardless of whether or not his jab was successful his body would shift it's weight to the right, his second fist cocked and ready to fire out an explosive jab. His right foot remained pointing toward his opponent, his heel off the ground as he put some weight on his currently back knee.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 20, 2007 5:36:32 GMT 1
Odin closes in and throws out a quick jab toward Steve's face. This early attack was most likely just to feel out the opponent, but attacks like these were important whether they connected or not. Unfortunately for Alkaiser, this one did. Steve's head snaps back, and he is reminded of the punch he took from Artemis in the last round, as the bridge of his nose throbs under the pressure. As he refocuses on the fight, a slower and more powerful fist rockets toward him.
Steve's hands snap up after the first hit to guard a combination, and with this instinct his left palm bats into Odin's swinging arm. Steve attempts to latch on, but his focus has been eroded away slightly and he does not succeed in anything more than redirecting the fist away from his head. Barzahd attempts to counterattack quickly, using the movement as an opening to drive his knee into the exposed ribs under his opponent's striking arm.
Next, Steve will look for Reeves to double over and try to save his core. With that result, Alkaiser will target the back of Odin's head with a forearm smash, looking to at least lessen Odin's focus as his own had been earlier.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 20, 2007 23:17:06 GMT 1
The opening was as clear as day, his first punch had succeeded with a good effect of his opponent’s head both snapping back and then his right arm being used as a feint. Once his opponent went to try and block his left side from being striked Odin pushed off from his right leg, letting his left foot slide out to the side slightly as his returning jab snapped back out as a cross body straight with a slight hook in it’s directional path.
This punch was a centered and well-used strike, especially in bare-knuckle boxing. It was speedy; full of torque and technique, and at the short range that they currently were and with his opponent blocking the completely wrong side it seemed like it was going to hit without question. Odin’s two-hundred plus pounds would be combined with the speed and force of his fist, all directed into the side of his opponents jaw to try and send him to bed early this night.
After having made him wait for so long Odin was irritated, and he wasn’t going to show mercy. His opponent’s inexperience seemed to match along with Odin’s fury, resulting in this strike right here.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 21, 2007 2:26:42 GMT 1
[Of course, my mistake. Well done.]
That fist was ready to crash forward, but it never came. Instead, Steve found himself guarding something that never happened, and having to react late to something from an unseen location. Odin sent the same fist that had hit before right back in to finish the job, and it was intended to do no less than put Alkaiser out of the fight.
Whether it was out of desperation or instinct, Barzahd did what even an untrained fighter would do to protect his head. Steve shrinks his head down and raises his shoulder, taking the fierce blow right on the arm. He can already feel the bruise form as he topples to the canvas with a roll. There was a little bit of distance between the two of them now; the sort of distance a bat puts between itself and a home run ball. This game was not turning out how Alkaiser had planned however. Still, Steve manages to wipe the blood from his upper lip, pull himself up off the canvas with his hand over his bruised shoulder, and turn back to face his adversary.
Taking the initiative, Steve slinks back into the center of the ring with his guard raised as high as he can while still favoring his left arm to keep stress off of the shoulder. Steve winds the left arm as if he were about to throw it, even though doing so may cause quite a bit of pain to himself. At the same time he swings his right leg out in a sweep that will hopefully upset Odin's balance.
When a fighter begins to get angry, things like balance are the easiest concepts to overlook. If Odin was letting Steve's tardiness stir his emotions, he would be less likely to worry about defensive maintainence. It was a long shot, but so was this entire match for Alkaiser.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 21, 2007 21:05:09 GMT 1
Shriveling, his opponent literally seemed to shrivel up to take the punch. Disgraceful as it might seem the ‘defense tactic’ worked for the most part, keeping Odin’s knockout blow at bay and instead sending the boy cascading down into the canvas below. Not to worry about this needing to go to the ground Odin remained standing, not going to charge his opponent and go in for the ground and pound. If he didn’t want this knockout to be clean then Odin would just have to punish him some more.
Moving back into a proper fighting stance as his opponent stood Odin’s left arm was back out in front, and remaining basically stationary – except for the subtle movements of his legs and arms as he stayed loose – he waited for his opponent to counter. When he right leg came in Odin did what came natural, went for the opening and struck without prejudice.
As the right leg was swung Odin pushed off his own, putting his weight against his left as he slid in and tilted his body to the left. His left fist in effect dropped down just enough so that when he shot out his left fist and torqued his shoulders over he’d be able to slam his fist up into either the turning stomach of his opponent, or the newly shown kidneys. Regardless of the point of impact Odin’s right arm would, like always, remain cocked and ready to take his opponent out, while his left would be pulled back and up into guard, his back leg lighter while his front leg a bit more keen on it’s weight.
The sweep would fail regardless of whether or not it worked, simply because the point of impact would by the upper calf to lower quadriceps of Alkaisers right leg striking Odin’s, meaning that the momentum and power was greatly diminished, at least in terms of technique.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 22, 2007 18:55:09 GMT 1
[Good thing you assume so much. I never said I dropped down because I didn't intend to  ] Odin slides in to a range where Steve's leg sweep becomes completely ineffective. The move wasn't the fastest or the strongest, and Steve easily understands why it failed. The residual effect is much greater than the sweep would have yielded, as Odin is now placed exactly where Barzahd wants him. Odin's fist twists toward Alkaiser's stomach, and all Steve can do is tense up his muscles to protect as much of his internal organs as he possibly can. As Reeves makes his attack however, he walks right into range of Steve's drawn back yet injured arm. He probably discounted the weapon as damaged and unusable, but Alkaiser wanted the fight more than he wanted to rest his shoulder. Steve's fist rockets out of place, directly toward Odin's far-too-exposed temple. As his leg begins to swing back from the failed sweep, he puts all the momentum he can muster into this powerful hail Mary. His shoulder screams and he clenches his jaw, giving everything he can despite the pain. Odin's fist crashes into the midsection a split-second before Steve's fist would reach it's intended target. All of the power has already been put into the snap of the arm, however, so Alkaiser's sacrifice still has more than a good chance of sucess. The tense muscles in Barzahd's stomach absorb most of the force, sparing him severity of internal damage. That makes several more bruised muscles to mark on the list. If all blows connect, chances are that the fighters will be propelled away from each other. Steve will make it back to his feet as quickly as possible, which might not actually be quick by any definition. He'll assume a defensive stance and search for a possibility to capitalize on any openings he created. In a brief moment of clarity, Steve prays that this works. |
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 22, 2007 20:10:39 GMT 1
Blocking, a word that had much meaning in the game of striking, and in this fight it would play it’s purpose as well. However, instead of blocking his opponent’s blow with his face and stomach, like his opponent, Odin was intending on blocking the blow with something more practical, his forearm. All he had to do was raise his right arm, bringing it a fractions worth away from his body and he’d be able to defend himself properly. Sure, he was slightly tilted to the left, but his opponent’s technique was beyond that of any good strike he’d seen. It held no base, as one of his feet was in the air, and in essence he was trying to strike with two limbs on opposite sides of the body in near unison. Hardly probable.
With his opponent’s stomach struck, arm blocked, and footing out of place Odin felt no remorse as he went in for the final strike. His raised right arm pushed away the weakened left with a quick jerk, returning to it’s primary yet raised guard before his hips, shoulders and foot turned back over to a short ranged powerful straight punch. It would, like its predecessor the left jab, strike at the already struck nose. Only this punch was much more devastating. It would break the nose, even if the hit wasn’t the cleanest, and he had no worries about the boy returning to his feet after this struck.
Yet, despite his knowledge and beliefs on the situation his left hand, the one that tried to dig a hole in Alkaisers stomach, would return to a short guard up by his left shoulder, ready to defend in any way possible.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 23, 2007 3:36:28 GMT 1
It failed. Alkaiser curses his attempts that all end in failure. Odin truly was superhuman. His arms moved in such a swift manner...his mind was so clear...and if he were to be struck it would be no less than a miracle willed by god himself. With his immense wisdom, power and infallible logic, he still missed a simple principle of physics; inertia.
Odin's motion transferred into Alkaiser's stomach, as Barzahd's energy all went toward Odin's body. The result is a great force between the two that separates them quickly. Had Odin not been trying to strike with the same arm he used to block, he may have been successful, but that would have required him to take some semblance of damage. Steve really didn't have to do anything except let himself be hit, which he did. Odin swings with great might...at thin air.
Steve slams harshly into the ground once again. He knew Reeves was tough, but it seemed that his opponent had made the difference in skill even greater, as Steve had been slacking in his training. Once again Alkaiser narrowly avoids his demise, and it seems that each time he has a new pain to feel for it. He sits up and his abdominal section feels sore. He pushes himself up with his arm and that hurts as well. He feels his nose to make sure it's still on his face...it is. Steve aches all over...yet still he stands, knowing that forfeit has never been an option.
"Is that all you've got, you ugly bastard?" He mutters to his nemesis, who by now must be sweating with aggravation if not fatigue from his own attacks. Steve is by comparison in much worse condition, but shows as smile through his pathetic wreck of injuries. He slouches into what vaguely resembles a fighting stance, prompting another go. Whispers in the crowd have been calling 'knock-out' for a while now, but that wasn't how Steve wanted this to end. Never.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Oct 23, 2007 20:01:36 GMT 1
His opponent hit the canvas once more. Had this been an actual commissioned boxing match then the referee would’ve already stopped this match. Then again, the weight difference wouldn’t have been so great, but that’s beside the point. Odin was winning on his feet, and without having to more onto his grappling and submission skills he was keen on letting his fists fly until he reached the next round. Punching involved less energy then grappling, so he was conserving himself in a way.
Backing up several steps Odin headed back toward the corner, his guard semi-present though not really needed as he allowed his opponent to make a choice: Continue the beating or give up. Either was admirable, one choice was smarter then the other. When he stood however things became clear. Pushing off from the corner of the ropes stepped back toward his opponent, leaving himself a few feet outside of either mans reach while the remarks were made.
“Come find out, boy.” Odin emphasized the kids age, putting a disgrace on he boys experience, ability, and over all knowledge. However, after what had been seen today these were obvious differences between them. One had changed since the last time they had met, whereas the other had just putted along. By now they were seas apart, Odin having already crossed the Atlantic while Alkaiser remained stuck in Varron with his comical street fighter type style.
Odin waved the boy forward as he raised his guard, left in front once more. If Alkaiser was able to cover the distance between them without stumbling or falling them he might be able to throw out one or two good offensive moves before Odin retaliated and finished the match. If not, well then it was already over.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 24, 2007 17:03:13 GMT 1
[Wrapping up a Term Paper, Will post by this afternoon for sure.]
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Post by Kyukaku on Oct 25, 2007 7:33:15 GMT 1
Despite the OOC assumptions, Odin was leading the match. He moves on to the finals.
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Post by Alkaiser on Oct 25, 2007 14:40:22 GMT 1
[Congratulations  Of course there was never any doubts in anyones mind. Hope you don't mind that I don't wait for Kai's ruling to post this. I'm still glad just to have participated. Thank you for that.] Alkaiser gears up for one last charge. One last attack to settle the score; that's all he needs. Then he can rest his aching muscles and his near-broken nose. Odin prompts the rush and Barzahd is ready to suffice. He digs in his back heel and musters all the energy he can to push speed onto his opponent. A countdown will decide it. 5...4...Steve can do this. He shuts the pain out of his mind one last time. He targets a body part, thinks of how Odin will counterattack and how he'll trump that defense with something from his own arsenal. 3...2...His teeth are gritted now. It's show time. All or nothing. This is where the semi-finalists stop and the finalists move on. Steve's muscles tense up, ready to explode in motion. Ding!Steve falls flat on his face as the bell sounds, signifying the end of the match. Regardless of what would have happened, it's all over now. Barzahd rolls over, breathes a few sighs of relief, then gives a few chuckles, delighted that he lasted until the end of the fight, and then he begins to snore. His disorganized methods in this fight really consumed a lot of energy, and there was nothing left to give beyond what his mind pushed his body to sacrifice. A few moments later someone revives Alkaiser for the judges decision, which everyone already knows. This time around Steve can't help but be happy for his opponent, however, where as last time all that was left was bitterness between the two. Barzahd smiles an unsavory yet genuine grin with a little bit of blood smeared across his cheek, bowing his head to the man who just beat him. That was a hell of a fight. |
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Of course there was never any doubts in anyones mind. Hope you don't mind that I don't wait for Kai's ruling to post this. I'm still glad just to have participated. Thank you for that.]