Sun Jun 05, 2016 11:13 am · id 1 · page 1
Leviathan Sky Ring
The Leviathan Sky Ring has long been infamous in Gaia's fighting circles as the consolation award stage: where people go to fight for third and fourth place, while Heaven or Hell's winners move on to the Stadium proper for the finals match-up. The disc sits high in the sky, hundreds of meters above Leviathan Stadium.
Terrain
General: An enormous, flying disc of inert ceramic material. The disc is flat and smooth, akin to a basketball court's floor in terms of texture and friction. The disc measures 75' across.
Weapons: None.
Bonus Features: Falling off the sky ring is a ring-out. There's a net below the disc to catch fighters. Characters who can fly can theoretically fly under the disc, provided they don't exceed the flying limits of the GCL or go beyond the ring-out ten count.
Sun Jun 05, 2016 11:48 am · id 2 · page 1
[][][]**Jason had to wonder to himself what kind of money was orchestrating this event. Here he was being ferried via helicopter to a giant floating disc of ceramic just to beat the shit out of some stranger. Something he was doing in back alleys and tight fenced boxing rings up until now for the scrounge of humanity. Now fat cats were paying big money to the same thing.the irony of it was not lost on him.
[][][] The pilot throwing up hand signals and mouthing out "going down" broke Steel from his thoughts, from here on out he was in fight mode. The copter barely touched surface before Jason jumped out. Not that he was afraid to fly but he prefered solid ground where he was in control of his fate. The copter seemed all to happy to get rid of him, immediately lifting off once Jason's soles had touched tile. A half hearted good luck was shouted over the sound of the engine working overtime to spin blades and lift tons of metal. Leaving Jason to face his fate.
Kenji IV Wrote:
Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:11 pm · id 3 · page 1
Desmond massaged the dull pain coming from where his left ear used to be. He sat in back of a helicopter as camera-drones swarmed the floating stage like flies to a carcass. He imagined the millions of fans watching the fight from their phones and computers, anticipating more blood shed, and anyone who enjoyed his fight with the notorious Dzan Streea was bound to be excited for his next match up.
Fame was strange. Before his first bout, he was an unknown trailer park kid. Now he was a favorite contender in Gaia's latest blood sport, with thousands of people following him among his multiple social media accounts. He tried not to think about it. He focused his energy on the fight against Jason Steel.
A veteran of multiple wars, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being dropped into a hot LZ when the chopper door slid open and he dropped down on the stage. His opponent, a young black man, was put at the opposite end of the floating arena. Both of them were relatively the same size, but Desmond was taught that hardly mattered in this competition. He'd size up Jason when the fists started flying.
Dressed in a green flak jacket, fitted military-style cargo pants, and his black Air Walkers, Desmond made his way to the center of the Leviathan Sky Ring.
12/12 Dots
Sun Jun 05, 2016 1:09 pm · id 4 · page 1
Kenji IV Wrote:
[][][]**Aw man could he feel it. This dude gave off the kind of aura Jason was more accustomed to, immense bloodlust. Yeah Jason could tell this was going to be a different fight from his last bout in the GCL. Casually he strolled to the center of the ring, eyeing his opponent as he moved, matching Desmond's pace.
[][][]**This time Jason wore a plain brown avaitor jacket, some bright orange and blue windbreakers, generic black basketball sneakers and wraps over his hands. His eyes shielded from the light of the cameras and the sun by thin frame black sunglasses. He looked more like a celebrity then a fighter admittedly.
[][][]Once they were a few feet from each other, Jason offered to touch knuckles. His left side forward and his stance slightly squatted. Jason's right was clenched an inch or two below his jaw and maybe a foot off his chest. He was being cautious.****
Sun Jun 05, 2016 1:41 pm · id 5 · page 1
Desmond fist bumped Jason, and the fight was on.
Without hesitation, Des pawed at his opponent, throwing a left jab at his midsection to get things started.
12/12 Dots
Sun Jun 05, 2016 2:18 pm · id 6 · page 1
Kenji IV Wrote:
[][][]**Jason buckled a bit wincing as he took the meat of the blow before responding with a push jab aimmed at the bridge of the nose from his already out left. Following closely came a right hook with a slid in from the forward leg. Jason was aimming to rock his opponent's core.
Ding! DING!
[1]**
Sun Jun 05, 2016 3:23 pm · id 7 · page 1
Desmond angled his body to the left, letting Jason's first strike slip by his head, while drawing back his left fist to his face. With his left foot forward, he blocked the right hook with his left forearm, deflecting the man's fist with his gauntlet covered forearm. Simultaneously, he stepped in with his right, launching a right jab to his opponent's face.
12/12 Dots
Sun Jun 05, 2016 3:47 pm · id 8 · page 1
[][][]**The wide stance gave Jason the option of dropping his core and dipping his head beneath the jab. His right was shaking off the sting of hitting something harder then flesh as it pulled back into a guard. Using the pull back and shake, Jason hoped to pull the man's attention to his right while Steel's left creeped in under the right jab for another hook shot to the body. A half smirk was forming on his lips.
[2]**
Mon Jun 06, 2016 7:55 am · id 9 · page 1
When he was drawing back his right, he slammed his right boot on Jason's left shin at the same time as he was struck hard on his left side. Wincing, he quickly grabbed the man's jabbing wrist with his left and followed up with a nasty headbutt to Jason's nose, pulling his arm to make him OFF Balance.
Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:15 am · id 10 · page 1
[][][]**The boot to the shin stung like a motherfucker, quickly turning Jason's smirk back into a wince. Once Steel felt Desmond's grip on his wrist the wince became an empty expression almost robotic in nature. As if opening a paper fan, Jason would rotate his hand around the thumb of his captor and reverse the lock. Pulling Desmond in as he was headbutting...
SHORYUKEN!
... a devasting uppercut with his right rock hand.
Siphon Count: Activation
[3]**
Mon Jun 06, 2016 9:33 am · id 11 · page 1
As Jason reversed the lock, he'd be wrapping his forearm around a foot long chakra claw that would pierce the under side and out the top. Desmond would rotate his wrist to maximize damage, wanting to cleave half his fucking arm off. The uppercut clashed his teeth together. As that happened, Desmond wanted to trade blow for blow, slamming a meaty right hook into Jason's left kidney.
11/12 Dots
Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:56 am · id 12 · page 1
[][][]***Holy shit!* Jason wasn't expecting to have an arm lose half an arm and left him prone to the ribshot that followed after. Blood was spilling out of the clean cut as Steel slumped against Desmond, coughing profusely. The pain started to set in, Jason was in shock.
Siphon Count: 1
[4]**
Mon Jun 06, 2016 11:30 am · id 13 · page 1
The views of this fight skyrocketed as millions of blood thirsty Gaians heard about Jason Steel losing part of his arm. Kids on subways stopped swipping on Tinder and tuned in to see the replays of Desmond sneaking in his signature chakra claw. Many were appalled to see what was turning out to be a simple fist fight devolve into a woowoo power show, but that was the name of the game. This wasn't some shitty UFC fight. Nah, it was GAIAN COMBAT LEAGUE.
Sharing zero sympathy for his opponent, Desmond Hood shoved the sick Jason off him with his right and grabbed a hold of the severed limb by the wrist with his left hand, the flesh still warm to the touch. He smacked the arm across Steel's face, blood splattering all over the camera-drone getting greedy with its up close shots of the fight. The dirty fighter then followed that up by spitting a cracked tooth at him.
11/12 Dots
Mon Jun 06, 2016 12:09 pm · id 14 · page 1
[][][]**Desmond would alarmed to see the man clinging onto him as he attempted to shove him off. Jason was frantic, it was clear now his shock wasn't one of fear but of lost sanity. The rock hand shooting up Desmond's sternum aimming to clamp on the neck. Jason's bloody stumping rushing forward as he forced himself onto his feet. Stump bone meet Desmond right eye. "YOU STUPID FUCK! THATS MY JERKING HAND!"
Wait what? ...
Siphon Count: 1 complete, 2 Activated
[5]**
Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:46 am · id 15 · page 1
Desmond wasn't alarmed to see the man who just lost an arm acting irrationally. Dropping the limb, he snatched the rock arm with his left by the wrist before Jason could grab him by the throat, twisting it the best he could to the left away from his body. Simultaneously, his right (that was still on him from trying to shove him) pierced through Jason's right shoulder, drilling through his flesh like a screw through wood. Without the leverage of having Des' neck, the attack to his eye didn't reach him, but Desmond did headbutt the shit out of Jason's nose and slammed his heel down on his foot for giggles.
9/12 Dots
Tue Jun 07, 2016 9:30 am · id 16 · page 2
[][][]**Now it was a power struggle, Jason trying to force his reach while Desmond manuvered for Steel to be deflected. Thing was Jason would've been on the losing end had it not been for his dirty little ability. Three things happened simultaneously as Desmond punctured Steel's shoulder. First Jason gave Mr. Hood a taste of his own medicine, a chi constructed claw about foot long pierced through Desmond's hand from the rock wrist. Pinning the hand in place unless Desmond was willing to rip his hand in two to get it off. Second came a chi constructed spike about a foot long over the stump, stopping anymore blood from leaking out. Lastly a chi constructed head plate so Jason could sort of match headbutt for headbutt.
[][][]**Steel pushed himself, gasping for air and constantly blinking his eyes. He had to remain conscious. Had to push past the pain and nausea. Memories of the port, of the life he had lived there came flooding, clouding his judgement. He was running on grit and instinct. If the boot was still an issue after the return headbutt, a second spike would manifest to pin it in place after contact. He had to immobilize this fucker or risk losing his life.
Siphon Count: : 2 completed, 3 Activation
[6]****
Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:02 am · id 17 · page 2
Desmond yelled in pain as his own chakra move pierced through his hand and foot. Blood pooled from both fighters on the slick arena floor as Jason struggled to gain any sort of advantage he could. However, he did nothing to stop the drill from immobilizing his only good arm. Desmond yanked his opponent's right arm clean off, tendons and muscle snapping like wet twigs as his eyes watered from the headbutt.
Instead of pulling his left hand out, he shoved Jason's copycat claw through his opponent's gut while it was still attached to the detached limb, twisting and slashing it from one side to the other. Desmond pulled his foot from the other spike, not having much a choice. He grunted from the searing sensation.
"You want to die? That it? Got a death wish?"
Desmond gave two shits about the 'no murder rule'. He'd end this port trash's life on this very stage, in front of millions, because why the hell not. What could they do to him? He was the goddamn DRILL, baby.
9/12 Dots
Tue Jun 07, 2016 1:11 pm · id 18 · page 2
[][][]**As Desmond aimed to yank Jason's right arm off, in came the left. Steel was taking the pages out of Hood's book, damn near ripping them out with ease. It was with that same sentiment that his left spike flew through the forearms of Desmond's arm since both were concentrated on Jason's right. First the drill arm then the one with a claw in it.
[][][]**Desmond the butcher had awaken something primal in Steel, the necessity to be able to rub one out when pussy wasn't an option. That sanctity had to be perserved. He had to have atleast one hand gahdamnit!
Siphon Count: 3 completed, Chi manipulation now owned.
[7]****
Wed Jun 08, 2016 5:27 am · id 19 · page 2
CRAAAAAACKK went Jason's arm.
The new chi spikes grazed Desmond's arms as he torqued his body to rip the limb off. Blood shot over his green jacket and cargos and more leaked from his hand and foot. Instantly, Desmond shoved the chakra claw protruding from his left hand through Jason's belly, slashing it horizontally to spill out his guts.
Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:34 am · id 20 · page 2
[][][]**The miss to his opponent arms was unfortunate but the momentum of the strike carried through. Instead of the intended target, Jason's spike arm veered downward through Desmond's lower abdomen and into the meaty thigh of his right leg. Seconds later an upheavel of cloth then shredded meat, blood then bone fragments flew up into the air. The spike had grown ridges and was now spinning. Desmond had gotten both of Jason's arm both paid the cost of losing his lower extremities to do so. This would also serve to counter Mr. Hood's attempt at evisceration since he literally no longer had a leg to stand on.
[][][]**Red bandages formed where Jason's right arm once resided. A chi construct in hopes of containing the carnage that Hood had reaped. A collage of carnage painted both combatants as well as the arena floor. Jason was smiling, lucid in his thoughts and feelings as the crowd roared in approval. They had no idea he was this visceral and although most accredited the goreish nature of the fight to Hood, they were still appluading Steel's effort to retaliate in kind. Jason's popularity had risen.
[8]****
Thu Jun 09, 2016 2:32 pm · id 21 · page 2
Passerby on the street, packed subways, families at home, and the fat loners in dark dwellings gasped as Jason's chi disc ate through Desmond's right leg, spewing blood like a water sprinkler everywhere. Desmond fell hard on his tailbone, cradling his destroyed leg like a bad Family Guy meme. He howled as his vision blurred, and all he could think to help the pain was of lying on his back with tits floppy in his face and Van Halen rocking in the background.
The refs ended the fight. The GCL medics roped down from their orange quad-copters, but were interrupted by a dark aircraft that filled that jumped out of warp with a loud woosh over Leviathan Stadium. It had Shinra symbols on the both wings, and the cockpits were opaque. Men dressed darkly like assassins, not medical professionals, would assist both Jason and Desmond onto hi-tech stretchers accompanied by friendlier looking robots that administrated an other worldly painkiller to both of them from syringes in their fingers.
A Shinra soldier armed with an odd rifle aggressively told GCL officials to stay back, even aiming his weapon at one of the EMS who refused to listen to him. She backed down when he nearly broke her collarbone with the barrel of his gun. Both fighters would (at least should be as long as Zou permits) be unconscious as they were loaded onto the plane and flown out of sight.
The aircraft left no trace of itself but a cloud of its shape looming over the sky ring, a cloud drifting away with the breeze. Millions were left speechless for minutes afterward until twenty-two year old Hagen tweeted out how that was the best three minutes had since he last got laid, inciting a riot of internet activity about the event.
Who were these mysterious Shinra?
What did they want with Jason Steel and Desmond Hood?
Time would tell.