Cage

THE CAGE

In the Underground world of illigal streetfighting, warehouses host brutal fights in cages for those seeking bloody entertainment and are willing to place bets. The competitors of HoH are brought to one such warehour and placed in the cages to fight.

Cage Size - 20ft from one end to the other, 20ft up, open top lined with barbed wire.

Terrain

General - Hexagonal shaped cage encloses the fighters, Spectators outside of the cage

Weapons - None

Natural Element Resource - None

Bonus Effects - No striker assists permited in this location due to closed off cage

Dash�s eyes were focused upon his foe. It would be a mere second before his attack would collide.

What? FAST!

His target had moved, Dash altered his trajectory, but he simply could no longer track his target.

Pain? EVERYWHERE!

Boom boom BOOM! His body tenses as his aura counteracts the extreme forces his opponent started to unleash. It may buckle, but it holds. That�s not to say Dash doesn�t feel it.

Hang in there Dash, time�s almost up.

The intensity of the forces only seem to increase, but Dash remains firm, his red aura now begins to react violently to the sudden bombardment of energies.

These feelings: sadness, suffering, murder? These aren�t my thoughts�are they? NO!

A new series of attacks would strike at Dash�s very mind, but he wouldn�t allow it. He struggled hard to resist, rejecting these foreign thoughts that would seek to corrupt him. Now his entire being would be devoted towards one simple goal:

Survival.

Winning was out of the question, not against this opponent. He just had to endure for just a few seconds longer. He might not have been able to pull a victory from this match, but he sure as hell could prevent a defeat.

5�4�3�2�1�

Darkness.

The darkness parted and the light flooded in.

Dash squinted his eyes as they took a few moments to adjust to the brightness.

"Well, look at that! He's coming to!"

"About time."

THe first thing to come into focus would be the the two female nurses standing over him.

"Welcome Back Mr. Jowaine, Or should I say, Welcome "Black"?"

The two giggled slightly at the pun. Dash however, was more confused than anything else. Chances are, he wasn't even paying attention to the two. He seemed more interested in the various tubes and needles sticking into his body.

"What the hell is this mess? Where am I?"

"The medical ward of Leviathan Stadium. You were in a coma when your teammates brought you here, so we took some precautions so you wouldn't dehydrate, starve, or mess yourself."

"Dehydrate? mess myself?"

He peeked under his blue gown to see... even more tubes!

"DAMMIT! You're lucky I was out when you put those things in... Wait a second, how long have I been here?"

"Two days."

"TWO DAYS?"

Dash brought his right hand up to perform a facepalm but halted in mid-action. His FIGHTER bracelet was still around his wrist, and it was flashing. He brought it closer and read the message.

"Round Two: Black In Action vs Nightraid... Well I'll be damned, we won!"

A smile came to his face.

"Yeah, I heard it was a close one, you guys won by judge's ruling."

"Great now... for the next fight."

Dash read on, seeing the location, and then the date.

"... Wait a second..." Dash peered to the calendar on the wall next to him. "HOLY s**t THAT'S TODAY!"

Dash sprang from his bed, ripping off the various tubes and diagnostics equiptment connected to his body. Some... were more painful to remove than others, but that didn't matter to him. He had to get to that warehouse.

However, once Dash was on his feet, he learned a very important lesson:

Sudden movement + 48 hours of immobility = bad.

"ARGH!"

Every major muscle in his body seemed to cramp up at once and he collapsed to the ground in pain. The nurses quickly rushed to his side to help him out.

Fade to black.

But, Evan White was not the only man here. Sitting in the stands outside the cage was another dark form, huddled on the seat closest to it. A closer look would reveal it was Johnathan Nemesis, his coat wrapped tightly around his body, shivering in the early morning air. Even closer, and they would see he looked quite annoyed as he sat there and watched his captain. Periodically, his arm would emerge from his coat with a silver flask in hand, which he would take long draughts from. Between these drinks, he would mumble incoherently under his breath. Now and then, it would get loud enough that it could be heard what was said. "mumblemumble Fu%∈' cold mumblemumblemumble Too early for this mumblemumble Supposed to sleep in mumble Goddamn sun ain't even up mumble . . ." It didn't take a child prodigy to know he wasn't happy about coming out here so early.

"Nyuuu!"

Ray would be playing her PSP on the other side of the cage, awaiting her teamates arrival. She had crashed in her racecar game, and just lost her car to some beginner racer, Ray would be pouting, her bangs covering her eyes, which held a saddend look to them.

"Get your candy here!"

Ray's ears suddenly perked, the sound of candy made her stomach growl, and her mouth water, it had been a while since she had-had a candy of any sorts.

Jumping up, she'd race to the vender, and buy a cherry lollypop, unwrap it, and stuck it into her mouth, her grinn spreading over her tanned face.

"Yum."

She'd sit back down, and rest her feet atop the chair in front of her, going back to playing her psp while she waited.

Dash is sitting the the back of a cab, still in his backless medical gown. He didn't have time to get dressed at the hospital, so he decided to get it done on the way to the warehouse. So, as the cab pressed on, Dash would scramble about in the back seat, trying to put on his blue bodysuit among other things.

Ruuvan was well aware of the other team in the area - the one they were about to go against and someone from a team beaten in the first round - but this didn't make a difference to his concentration as he standed on the opposite side of the warehouse to Evan and John; soon the distance would be closed.

Taking a deep breath and focusing on the shadows in front of him, Ruuvan stepped forward and used them as a doorway to move himself to the other side right behind Nemesis. Shadows didn't tend to make noises and this process was silent, but he soon made his presence known by slapping Nem on the back.

"Boo!" Regardless of whether he jumped out of his skin or not, Ruu walked around chuckling to himself and looked between his two companions, "Should be kicking off soon, eh?"

"Heh.. I didn't know they were selling this early, either. And don't worry about the cold. They'll turn it on once the specators get here. I'm sure most of them are camped in the parking lot, up in their cars and trailers for this one."

With that, he looked up at Ray, quirking an eyebrow.

Hn... she doesn't look that much older than someone else I know. Kinda cute.

He shrugged and continued onward, his arms flowing and his legs in a low stance to draw energy from the stadium floor. And then, his third teammate arrived on the scene. "Ah, the man arrives," he said without turning his back to face Ruuvan.

He got back into ready stance, thus ending the pattern, and looked towards his teammate. "You ready?"

-EEEEEEEEEEEEEERT!-

SLAM!

"Thanks bud!"

Dash called behind him as he exited from the vehicle. He tossed some cash back at the driver before sprinting into the warehouse.

"Keep the change!"

He charged foward, rushing through the cameras, microphones, fangirls, fanboys, whatever got in his way. All questions and requests of him went ignored.

Man, I hope I didn't miss anything!

Into the warehouse he tore. Well, the crowds were still mingling with one another and looking for good spots to watch, so he wasn't really late at all. This caused him to let out a sigh and slow his pace some.

"Great... I'm just in time."

Of course, he was soon recognized and swarmed. Perhaps slowing down was a bad thing.

(I take it you guys are RPing being there Early in the morning? Well uh.. my post would be about moments before the fighting would start. Time travels woooo!)

((Yup, you are correct sir. Let's pretend that you got stuck in the time-space rift you just tore open and continue. ))

Evan walked over to his team's section, wondering how they would fare against BIA. He was confident that they would win, of course... but it was always good to be cautious. They had the skills to take anyone on, and had a fair chance at winning.. but potentially, so did they.

He looked over at Ray again. It wouldn't be fair to speak to her before the match started- this was not the time for talking anyways, especially to one's opponents. He looked at Nemesis and grinned slightly.

"You do know that your last name is the name of the Greek god of Divine Retribution, right?"

Ruuvan had taken a seat in the stands they were near as the idle chatter went on, a sigh escaping his lips as he waiting anxiously for the thing to get started.

"Maybe that'll strike fear into their hearts, eh boss?" Ruu laughed slightly and shook his head, smiling up at Nem before returning his gaze to Ray across the warehouse.

Ray would sit back down, and turn the moniter back on, the sound of it responding made her head bobble from side to side. Ray was now at the center of her lolly pop, where the gum was. She'd bite into it, and chew on the gum, blow a rather large bubble, and yip slightly as it popped covering half her face.

"Oops."

A chill ran down her spine, pushing Ray into a full body shiver, her feet would stomp against the ground being the last thing to shake.

"Huh?"

She'd look over toward the other team,blink, then smile. Another awesome soon to be match. Where no doubt, Ray would be a monkey, climbing the cage and what not.

She'd wave smile after getting the gum off her face, and go back to playing her game.

She did seem young, but Ray was actually a bit older then her personality let off.

(Magically resyncs time.)

Dash manages to push his way forward, he spots Ray in one cage off to his right and smiles.

Well, at least one person on my team knew what was going on.

He didn't bother looking for Reiko, because knowing him, he would have made his presense known by now. What he did notice were the members of the opposing team, well, two of them at least. He didn't really have time to examine the info and replays of his opponants seeing how he spent the last couple days unconscious.

Dash beings making his way towards Evan, while adjusting the tape now wrapped around his fists. Seeing how they would be inside a cage, Dash assumed this would be a down and dirty hand to hand match, so he wore no armor, just a blue body suit, some lightweight sandles, and hand wraps.

Master Nemesis Wrote:

Actually, Dash, you're fighting me. ![smilies/icon_xd.gif ]

(I know, but I don't ICLy know this, so I want to meet with the captain to see what's going down.)

He was looking towards the ring when he noticed a presence walking towards him. He could tell by the aura who it was already. He smiled warmly- this was an opponent who he actually had respect for.

"Dashboard, I presume. Excellent match; congratulations on your win."

He stood and faced the man, casually sizing him up. This man was going to be an excellent challenge for his newest officer in training. "Heh... Jeet Kune Do. I haven't seen it used in a long while... this should be fun. You'll be facing my man down there in the ring- Johnathan. Let's have respect for both the arena and all parties involved and drop the weapons. I also don't want to see any special techniques, other than the ones your body can perform of its own volition.

I have too much respect for your team to simply ask you to retreat... but I will warn you to be ready for anything. The kid's tougher than he looks."

He extended his hand to Dash's, grinning slightly.

"I want to see a kick-a** fight from both of you..."

Light.

The warehouse was lit with the smallest of windows in it's upper walls and a couple of lights which barely made the place bright. The only thing that could really be considered a light would be the ring of bright lights lined around the cage on the ceiling of the building, each one positioned to fall down into the platform. Everything else was dark.

And a moment later, the shutters would open, instantly bringing a suddenly abrupt gleam of illumination into the warehouse as the rising sun illuminated the interior of the warehouse, stretching three shadows over the concrete floor.

The judges had arrived. Each dressed with a different mask and heavy cloak which covered their bodies in the likeness of the mask they wore.

One a spider, whose mask depicted five eyes like a spider, it's cloak covered in small bristling hairs and extra appendages.

One a lion, whose mask was lined with a great mane that spread over the top of its head and down half its back before it ended, the cloak made of a golden fur.

One a porcupine, whose body was covered with sharp looking quills and whose mask sported a round elongated snout.

And soon after, the paramedics and spectators would come...

He takes the card in his hand and reads it over.

"I'll keep that in mind."

It would seem that Evan and Dash had more in common then either of them knew. Dash honestly wouldn't mind having this guy as a teammate, but his loyalties were still elsewhere. He always kept his homeland in the back of his mind, as well as his true mission. Dash would keep the card handy, though as me might require the man's help sometime down the road.

Lights, Camera, Action!

"Here we go."

Dash turns from Evan and begins heading towards the cage that would become his battleground, slipping the card into the hip pocket of his body suit. There was a sudden spring in his step as he drew closer and closer to the cage. Round two was coming up, and this time Dash wouldn't be so careless.

This guy at least looks human, maybe I can actually go toe to toe with him.

Dash lets himself into the caged arena, slamming the gate shut behind him. His eyes then rest on his opponant on the other side. Yeah, Dash was in for quite a fight indeed.

"Hey there, I'm Dash, and you must bee Jonathan, correct?"

Dash starts to approach the man, a smile on his face and a friendly tone to his voice.

Meanwhile, the cameras focus on the man, as he walks towards the stage's center. The viewers at home would see not only Dash's face, but a small stat display his height, weight, and various other details pertaining to the man. The process would then be repeated with Jonathan before the commentators chimed in.

"Well ladies and gents, it looks like this first round is about to be underway. We've got Dashboard, the Captain of Black in Action facing off against Johnathan Nemesis of Nightraid."

"Both individuals put forth a spectacular display in their first round matches! Johnathan dispatched his opponant with little trouble back on the train cart, and Dash... well we all know what happened there. "

"Indeed we do, It's good to see him up and about after being in his coma for two days! Do you think that will effect his performace here today?"

"Well, both men look fit and ready to throw down, but there's really only one way to find out."

Dash extended his right hand towards Nemesis as he stops in the center of the ring.

"Let's keep this clean, fair, and entertaining shall we?"

The crowd was going completely berserk.

Dashboard, the vailiant captain of Black In Action who had taken a serious beating in his first match, had returned from a coma delivered by his opponent. However, he fought well, giving his opponent bruises to remember him by.

However, the cheers were not just for him- Nemesis had dominated in the second match of the first round, putting John Halfuo away for good and securing them a place in this match. This was going to be a spectacular fight, if nothing else.

You can't give it up!

GO FOR IT, MAN!

-Round 1 Begins-

Dashboard Wrote:

Master Nemesis Wrote:

Matching Dashboard's smile with one of his own, Johnathan sliped his palm into his opponent's, giving it a firm shake-

It was on.

Both fighters were in the cage, meaning both were presumeably ready to fight. Dash made note of this once he stepped in and, insteady of being given the first move, he would take it.

The moment their hands made contact, Dash loosened his grip and slid his and upwards, in an attempt to grab Johnathan's arm (just above the wrist).

Should he succeed, he would give a sharp tug, pulling Johnathan forward with hopes of accomplishing two things:

Throw him off balance, and pull down his face slightly.

Simultanously with the arm tug, Dash would shift his weight on his right leg before "hopping" upwards, shooting his left knee up to strike Johnathan square in the chin.

"Ahhh, dammit." thought Johnathan as he felt Dashboard's fingers tighten around his wrist, and yank him forward. He had been half-expecting this kind of thing, but he'd semed like a nice guy, so Johnathan had decided to shake his hand anyway. Obviously, that turned out to be a mistake. As Johnathan started to tip, his left foot instinctively sliding forward to brace himself, he saw his opponent's knee rising to meet his face. With reflexes and agility that would make a cat jealous, his left arm whipped up, putting hand several inches from his face. When Dash's knee was only inches from striking him in the jaw, he grabbed his leg just above the knee in a powerful claw-like grip, stopping it's upward progress with only a few millimeters between the knee and his chin. Without hesitation, his right leg shot forward as he starightened up a little, placing his foot right behind Dash's ankle. As soon as he did so, it started to move backwards again. It would hook the other fighter on the back of his foot, and drag it out from under him, throwing him on to his back. Even if Dashboard managed to tear his other leg from Johnathan's steel grip, he would still be thrown off balance, providing him with an opportunity to land a solid strike.

[2/17]

As Johnathan started to feel himself being thrown forward, he immediately released his hold on Dash's leg. Just before his feet left the ground completely, he pushed off from the tip of his toes, propelling himself forward. His momentum would tear his arm out of his opponent's hand, and cause him to land several feet away, providing him with time to orient himself and prepare for another assault. When he hit the floor, he immediately rolled forward, coming up in a kneel. Then he stood, turning around, and moving into the defensive stance he had tried to use earlier in the match. Now loud cheers were erupting from the spectators, who couldn't believe their good fortune of being able to watch this.

[3/17]

Oh my God, the announcer shouted in an excited and shocked voice. Dash just pulled off an insane manouvre! And it looks like Johnathan's going to get smacked full on in the face if he doesn't do something fast! Can you believe this match? It's already in full tilt!

The crowd had to agree as about half of them did a collective "whoa", followed by a stadium-shaking cheer. The energy level was high already- and the battle hadn't even gotten started yet!

Moments before hitting the ground, Dash's left hand would grasp his right, bracing himself for the impact. Of course, his right hand still had that energy in it, energy that wasn't being stored for nothing.

BOOM!

Dash struck the ground fist first. Well, almost fist first. He would release the energy he had been building up just before his actual fist would hit the ground.

There was yet another flash, this time the ground would tremor more violently as the force rushing from his fist pushed hard against the ground, causing it to crack and sink. This would form a small inpression that would be 4 feet in diameter, a couple inches deep.

The important thing about this attack would be that the small "explosion" created. Dash, would be much better off as the upward force generated by his attack would "break" his fall by absorbing most of his forward momentum, allowing him a land relatively safely. He would tuck his arms inwards as well as his head the moment his fist actually touches the ground, recovering from his attack with a roll forward. Hopefully his retreat would be covered as the outward force generated by the attack would work to push John away from him.

Dash was once more standing and facing his opponant, a bead of sweat now forming on his brow.

4

"Woo! Go Dash!"

Ray said standing on the chairs, the crowd was gathering, and Ray would have to take her own place soon, or she'd get lost in the crowd, Ray's fan-girls came to watch, telling her to whip there butts, and pumel them into the ground.

Smiling Ray would wave to them, and make her way toward the cage, opening the door to the cage, and stepping in, she didn't want to start yet, she wanted to watch her teammate in action, and if she was to busy pumeling the guys face in, or getting hers pummeled in return, she wouldn't be able to watch.

She was sure Dash's fan support would cheer for him ten-times fold what she could, so she shrugged her shoulders, handing her sweater to the youngest of the fan girls she had aquired over the small time. They weren't alot, 3 to 5 maybe if anything, but that was better then nothing.

Now the door would close behind her, and Ray would wait her opponent, but watch Dash'es fight from her spot, her hands in her pockets, maybe she wouldn't have to start right now....hopefully.

I...I'm speechless here.

These two seem very evenly matched.

This guy is good, I'm going to have to step it up a notch.

That ever so confident grin returns to Dash's face as he addresses his opponant who's a good 15 feet away.

"Nice one again, although it was silly of me to expect you to just stand there and get hit."

A right step forward would bring the combatants a foot closer. The cameras had been swapping point of views between the two fighters up until now. A simple raise of Dash's right arm would then draw their undivided attention.

Yeah, he had started gathering energy again, focusing his Ki in an elaborate manner that would cause emerald bands of energy to snake their way up his legs and congregate at his outstretched right palm.

The glow would become brighter and brighter until it would move halfway up his forearm.

"Let the show continue!"

His right hand clenched into a tight fist, his muscles tensed, and he pushed off with his right foot.

Stray ribbons of ki would flow from his arm and dissapate behind him ad Dash advanced. His right arm cocked back like the hammer of a revolver while his left was held defensively in front of him at about eye level.

The world around Dash would become a tunnel to him. The fans, cameras, lights, and even the arena it would all meld together.

They were distractions.

All Dash would care about at the moment would be Johnathan, and the distance currently between them.

Wait...

The distance closed to within 10 feet.

Wait for it...

Within 6 feet.

NOW!

Johnathan would then be met with a strong right straight, soaring at his face, pulsating with energy.

5

Master Nemesis Wrote:

"Further . . ."

Dashboard was moving closer, narrowing the distance. Johnathan was focusing.

"Further . . ."

Dash was thrusting his fist. Johnathan was almost prepared.

"Just a little more . . ."

Dash's knuckles were only inches from his face, a split second away from contact. Johnathan was ready.

"YOU'RE MINE!!!"

Suddenly, Johnathan sidestepped to his left at the last possible moment-

Got'cha

Dash was a rather tricky fellow, he made a big deal with his right arm and the whole rushing forward with the obvious punch that was coming for a reason.

It was a trap.

One that worked better than anticipated.

Dash wouldn't commit entirely to the punch. Before his arm ever fully extended, he would quickly draw it back. At this moment, three things would happen.

1. Dash would close his eyes and move his left arm which was placed presumeably to guard his face across to cover them as well.

1. He would release the stored energy in his hand a split second before drawing it back, causing it to burst in a blinding flash of light as well as a rather loud "popping" noise.

1. He would stop moving foward.

The flash would hopefully blind Johnathan for three seconds while the loud noise would leave a nice ring in his ears. The instant after hearing the sound, Dash would lower his left arm and open his eyes. He would be unaffected by the flash, but the noise would leave his ears ringing as well.

This would be fine because Dash really didn't need to hear in order to perform his next move.

While he suspected Johnathan to be blind and confused, Dash would step off to his left side, bending his knees to crouch down. He would swing his right arm around to hook it across John's waist. One more step would put Dash completely behind Johnathan, allowing him to complete the hold by reaching around with his left arm to grab his own right.

It would appear as if Dash were going for a Russian Suplex. But no, He had something more dramatic in mind.

Fzzzt-BOOM!

The muscles in Dash's legs tensed, his Ki rushed to his legs, the ground shook and buckled, and they were airborn.

How high would they go? 10 feet? 15 feet?

No, 20.

Time would appear to slow down as viewers all over the globe watched in aw as Dash had carried Johnathan damn near above the fencing of the cage!

Their position would invert as the two began their decent towards the ground below. Like distant stars, the flashes of countless cameras would begin to flicker. If there was a scene to be used as HoH poster material, this would be it.

Back down to earth the two would plummet, Dash would twist his body as they fell, creating a counterclockwise corkscrew motion. He would start building up Ki once again, mostly at his arms. A brilliant trail of energy would follow the two like glowing streamers.

When they reached the ground, there would be another explosion.

While the explosion was there to be aesthetically pleasing, it served another, more important purpose: Damage control. Moments before hitting the ground, Dash would release Johnathan and shove both arms downwards. He'd once more release his Ki, adding another nice indention to the battleground. Much like his earlier attack, this created a vicious shockwave that would counteract both he and Johnathan's fall.

Dash would recover with a roll, while Johnathan would be left to slam into the ground. However, thanks to the force created by the shockwave, this attack would not be as damaging as it normally would. It would still hurt like a b***h. Dash's opponant might wake up tomorrow with a bad headache and a sore back, but nothing permenant or life threatening. After all, this was a friendly sparring match and he had no reason to want to kill the guy or end the fight at that moment.

Not by a long shot! There was still plenty of time and the show was just starting.

The crowds would roar with delight. Many couldn't believe what they just saw, but they loved it. Dash would play to this by waving to the audience as he backed away from the impact zone.

As usual, he'd wait for his opponant to recover before doing anything else.

6

[LOL Damn you! Good one.]

Aww crap!

Dash felt the man's arms clamp onto his own. This wouldn't be good at all. If Dash let the man take advantage of the situation, he would be screwed.

However, Dash had something to his advantage: The counter clockwise motion spinning motion.

The entire purpose of this was to maintain the disorientation of their flight as well as toss in an additional obstacle for his foe to overcome if he truely wanted to alter their landing.

Johnathan's actions would come at a surprise, but they would not achieve the desired results.

John's wild twisting, would be disrupted violently by their corkscrewing motion. Add this to the fact that Dash himself would move his body as well, trying his best to keep Johnathan from gaining control of their fall.

This would spell disaster for them both and result in an awkward and uncontrolled spiral towards the ground.

Dash was no longer sure what position they would strike the ground, so he would release his Ki earlier than anticipated, still creating the explosion to dampen their fall, though nowhere near as effective as planned. Both would slam hard into the ground on their side.

Hopefully the collision with the ground, coupled by the shockwave his explosion would generate would be enough to separate the two.

If so, Dash would go tumbling wildly before smacking in the wall of the cage with his back.

This "disaster" wouldn't matter much to the crowd, they would still go nuts.

7

Ouch.

Dash would slowly make his way to his feet, using his right arm and leaning against the wall for support. His left side was killing as well. It would just be something he would have to deal with. He'll have plenty of time to think about pain after the fight. For now, Dash would just return to his left lead stance as he waited for Johnathan to fully recover as well. That smile of his would return.

Once again, the fight had been reset.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Wow, it looks like Dash's plan backfired! If you'll take a look at the replay, you'll see excellent decision making on Johnathan's part!"

"An amazing manuever indeed! This early into the round and allready we've had two awesome highlights!"

"And this crowd wants MORE!"

Some cheer for Dash, some cheer for Johnathan, most just... cheer!

Who will Rise to Heaven?

Who will Fall to Hell?

Right now this question doesn't seem to matter to the spectators. They just wanted to see the two men beat each other senseless, and so far, they weren't dissappointed.

8

(And Dash hits the pause button because he is tired.)

"YAY!"

Ray cheered, watching Dash'es fight from her spot in the cage. She'd be fighting soon, and she'd win, at least, she would need to win, she wouldn't disappoint her teammates, even if it ment a broken rib or two, which at this time, was probably possable.

She'd then lean aganinst the cage, braiding her hair, and throwing it behind her.

"ahh."

She'd yawn, closing her eyes.

What in...

Johnathan made the first move this time, and what an interesting move it was. As the "wheel" would approach him Dash snapped back into his combat mentality. It didn't take long for him to come up with a counter.

Dash quickly spinned around, his back now facing John. Next, he jumped towards the wall that was behind him moments before John's attack would strike.

KLATTER!

The caged wall rattled as Dash briefly placed his weight against it. He would literally run up the wall a few feet before using it as sort of a spring board to backflip off. With the same olympic grace of his opponant, he would soar clear over the spinning wheel of destruction below and land neatly behind John, still facing him. His opponant on the other hand, would probably strike the wall where Dash had once stood, given the speed of his advancement.

9

"I am, and it's a pleasure to meet you as well."

Ray smiled, extending her own, her hand small compared to his, she'd firmly grip it, and give it a shake, her eyes locked into his beaming with excitment, and joy.

Letting go of his hand, she'd step back, and place her pockets in her hands looking around slightly, her eyes falling back onto the man's stature, he looked strong, he sounded strong, but was this all a guess? Was she wrong? Would she be able to bring down this beast...man?

" May the best fighter win."

Ray smiled, tapping her foot against the ground, taking in all her surroundings, and everyone around her, she would focus on the man ahead of her, and him the most.

she couldn't let down her team mates, but neither could he.

This would be a fight she knew, she'd never forget.

[Na no da] Wrote:

"I am, and it's a pleasure to meet you as well."

Ray smiled, extending her own, her hand small compared to his, she'd firmly grip it, and give it a shake, her eyes locked into his beaming with excitment, and joy.

Letting go of his hand, she'd step back, and place her pockets in her hands looking around slightly, her eyes falling back onto the man's stature, he looked strong, he sounded strong, but was this all a guess? Was she wrong? Would she be able to bring down this beast...man?

" May the best fighter win."

Ray smiled, tapping her foot against the ground, taking in all her surroundings, and everyone around her, she would focus on the man ahead of her, and him the most.

she couldn't let down her team mates, but neither could he.

This would be a fight she knew, she'd never forget.

Ray had a strong handshake for someone of her stature and Ruuvan noticed it with a slight smile and a nod, taking steps away from his opponent once the shake was finished.

"Ditto." He nodded again the generic 'May the best fighter win' comment and took a deep breath. Moments from now he would go for his first attack, mainly because he had seen fights be at a stand still for minutes as the two fighters tried to decide who was going first, but Ruu didn't want any such thing to happen, "It starts now." The vocal alternative to a starter's pistol.

Ruuvan bent his legs slightly and lowered himself into his stance; knees bent, right hand high and left hand low. This was only for a few seconds, as he soon started to move towards Ray, after giving her time to prepare of course. It took only a few strides to bring him within two feet of her, that's when he launched his first strike. With his right hand lowered to the middle of his chest, he clenched his left hand into a fist and brought it in a left hook to Ray's right side. It was only a simple attack and Ruuvan still had his right hand in reserve, but at least it was an opener.

((1/17))

As Johnathan felt his head pressed into Dash's chest, cutting off his supply of oxygen, he started struggling to try and wrest his limbs out of their entrapment. But an idea occurred to him then, and a very useful one at that. However, he mentally hesitated for a moment, knowing the pain this would cause Dash. But, then he remembered what he's said to Evan, how he'd put his opponent down, no matter what the cost. So, trying to ignore his screaming conscience, he went through with it. The first thing he did was a bit unexpected, which was to clasp his wrists behind Dash's back, locking both hima dn the BIA captain together. Next, he shifted his legs a little so they now rested upon his knees, whcih was a moderately difficult task because of the leglock imposed by Dash, but manageable. From what he had done so far, it looked as if he was trying to get into a position to pull his body away from his opponent's, or at least move his head so he might be able to get some air. But, that was not what Johnathan had in mind. Instead, he suddenly lifted his leg up into the air behind him, bending his knee to point the bottom of his foot at the ceiling. Then, with every ounce of strength he had in that leg, he brought it back down hard, aiming at Dash's shin. With lightning speed and brute force, he would drive his steel-plated kneepad into the sensitive area just below Dash's kneecap. Needless to say, this would pulverize the bone in his leg, and cause mind-rending, sense-numbing agony. If, by some sort of cruel miracle, Dash were still conscious, Johnathan would spare a bit of mercy and deliver a strike to his jaw to knock him out. Perhaps the most ruthlessly effective part of this, though Johnathan didn't realize it because his face was buried between his opponent's pectorals, was that because Dash had his head tucked down against his chest, he wouldn't even be able to see it coming.

[11/17]

" I like you already."

She smiled, she knew talking would be bad, but she couldn't help but be so childish when it came to new people she didn't know, it was just part of her personality, thats all.

Grinning, she'd watch as he came at her, he didn't come to fast so Ray didn't have to worry about keeping her eyes to foucused..for now.

Ray would mock the man exactly, as he went for her right, she went for his left as well, loosely clenching her right hand, she'd be doing the exact same move, at the exact same time and speed, her eyes locked with his, a smile on her tanned face.

(( 1/17 ))

Dashboard Wrote:

Heh.

Dash couldn't see exactly what Johnathan was doing, but he didn't need to. They were so close to each other, that he could feel the sudden shift in his body weight as the man would try to lift his leg into the air. This was perfect.

Seeing how now John's weight would be concentrated on one side of his body, the interrupt would come in the form of a roll.

Their positions would alternate, with Dash now on top. He would still have John's head held firmly into his chest. Now, to show his appreciation for John's escape attempt, he slipped his left arm from behind John's head and used to to throw a quick punch into the top of his skull. Although this temorarily reduced the strength of the hold, it wouldn't matter too much because Dash now had his body weight pressing down on his opponant.

Now, there were a multitude of things Dash could have done from this position, but he decided against them. He didn't want the fight to end just yet, so, Dash's next action might have come as a surprise to many.

He disengaged.

He unhooked his right leg from around John's left. He then leaned his body forward some, giving his legs enough room to "hop" up and plant both feet firmly on the ground, though in a squatting position. Next he would release John's head with his right arm . . . .

And that was a mistake. Even though Johnathan had received a knock on the head, in no way did that mean he wasn't able to think and respond quickly. Luckily, the strike had been to the crown of his skull. The domed structure spread out the force of the impact over his cranium. It made his ears ring some, but it still left him with plenty of capacity to think. So, as soon as he felt Dash start to relieve pressure on his head, he reacted immediately. When Dash had struck his skull, his foot had dropped back to the floor in his momentary daze. As soon as Dash released his head, he turned it to the side, opening his face to the open air. As he started sucking in a breath, he shifted his legs and braced the balls of his feet against the floor, bunching the muscles in them for the umpteenth time in this fight. Then, when Dash placed his palms on him and preapred to launch himself, Johnathan beat him to it. He released the penned up tension in his legs, and fired himself forward, shoving his body into Dash's and propelling him along. He wasn't quite finished though. Only a moment after his feet left the tarmac, he unwrapped his arms from around his opponent's body. He did this so when the BIA captain's back collided with the chain-link wall standing only a few feet away, they wouldn't be crushed. Dash would be sandwiched between Johnathan's flying body and the barrier. It did not need to be said that this would drive the breath from his lungs and daze him considerably, maybe even fracturing some of his ribs.

[12/17]

[Actually, I meant it more as we were squatting on the floor, locked together more like sumo wrestlers than linebackers. This would make what you just did more difficult, but Shrugs Meh. Anyway, give me a sec to think about my next post.]

((That's why things like PM systems and Instant Messengers exist, ne?))

This girl was definitely fast, not that he was reading her moves so much as he was the one who attacked first, but as his fist hit a bone and she stumbled back, Ruu guessed she had managed to block the first hit of the match. He smiled brightly and nodded to her.

"You're fast, I'll give you that." And once again he'd be on the offensive; Ray adopted a lower stance this time, but she still wasn't throwing an attack his way and he would be left to open it up once more.

Taking a few strides towards her, as he did in the opening move, Ruuvan kept his full body facing her and stayed low to match her stance, his right hand up and his left down in order to protect the necessary direction. Once he was within range, he turned slightly on the ball of his right foot and brought his left leg around in a sweeping motion in an attempt to take out her right leg, being sure not to turn his body until the hit connected. If it was stopped, as he thought it would be, keeping his body facing forward would allow him to defend against any counters, so the turning would be the follow through - if it hit, anyway.

((Shortened down: Sort of a sweep kick from Ruu's left leg to Ray's right.))

((3/17))

Almost?

POP!

Dash had pulled his left arm down to avoid being grabbed, but he wasn't quite as lucky with his right. John managed to grab hold of it and pull it to prevent from getting up close and personal with the cage wall. Now if Dash were holding on with both arms, he may have been able to better distribute the force. Instead, the force of pulling Johnathan to a stop would yank his shoulder painfully from its socket.

"AAK!"

Dash winced at the sharp pain now running up his right side. This little inconvince wouldn't prevent the man from standing to his feet though and hop a few feet away from both the wall and Johnathan. His right arm would hang limply as moving it to any large degree would cause more pain.

But hey, he could just pop his arm back into place by hitting the wall with his shoulder, correct? Sure, but that would force Dash to take his attention off of his opponant. He couldn't risk that, he'd have to go on with "one arm tied behind his back" so to speak.

As his sensei once told him: "Pain was just weakness leaving the body". He had to cope, he had to deal. Time was running down, BOTH his sides hurt, he most undoubtly had some sprained ribs, and he was starting to break a sweat.

Good!

The would think to himself.

A challenge.

"Whoa whoa! After their little ground scuffle Dash looks like he got the worse end of the deal!"

"I'm going to have to agree with you there, why would he let off of his submission hold? He obviously had John there."

"He looks hurt..."

A stray strand of green Ki would begin to dance around his left arm, insignificant at first, but it would look as if a small electrified flea was taking a nice tour around his fist and forearm.

A smile came to Dash's face, wiping away the pained expression from moments before.

He next words came, calm and confident as ever:

"Showtime!"

Foward he rushed, every step would burn and his body would pay for ever foot he moved. Once he got in range, he would rotate his body so that he would be perpendicular to John, his left side facing him. He would then make three quick movements:

One would a swift, kick with his right foot where he would rotate on the ball of his left while shooting forward his right leg at what would appear to be the leg's version of the jab. He would maintain his balance and his speed as well as keep an eye on his opponants reaction, ready to change his movements if needed.

After the strike aimed at the side of John's left knee, he would return his foot back behind his left and drop his weight, transitioning smoothly into his next attack in the string: A left sweep at the legs.

His body would rotate with amazing speed as he rotated clockwise while extending the left leg, planting his left arm for stabality.

Then there was the finishing move, he's stop his left foot and trasition into another right kick, this one aimed at Johnathan's stomach with intent of pushing him backwards. He would rotate on the ball of his stopped left foot and piston his right foward.

Each attack would flow into the next seamlessly and in rapid succession. Allthewhile he would not take his eyes off his opponant and watched for subtle movements that would require improvision if needed.

After the third kick, Dash would hop to his feet, backing away and returning to his ready stance, the left side of his body facing John.

13

Thud!

Dash's ended up hitting the front of John's knee instead of the side as he had planned. That, along with simultaneously being "kneed" in the foot at the same time added some more pain to the mix. A sprained ankle though? Not likely. Dash was more than capable of striking hard surfaces without serious injury. Couple this with the fact that the kick wasn't that forceful. It was meant to be the kick version of a jab, stressing speed and recovery rather than raw force.

Reguardless, Dash had a new pain to contend. Of course, any pain his foot would be feeling became trivial as his opponant still managed to grab his leg.

John would immediately recieve a nice "hello" from Dash's left foot rushing up to meet his chin.

The moment his foot would be "captured", Dash hopped up into the air with a back-flip, his left leg becoming a blur as it traveled in a vertical arc. Now this attack have some force behind it, and most likely would be enough to free him from John's grasp and allow Dash to land five feet away.

A very painful landing of course, his right foot still throbbed from making contact with John's knee. That, and the flipping act would move his right shoulder. Dash would wince, but press on.

He rushed forward immediately after landing. In spite the pain, hesistation wasn't an option if he wished to capitalize on the time John would probably spend reeling from Dash's escape.

After closing the distance, Dash's attack would come threefold. Time was limited, and he wasn't going to let up now.

First, a lightening-fast left jab was fired at John's gut. He would immediately pull this back reguardless if it hit or not, and follow with the second attack: A left backhand to the face. The combination ends with Dash pushing off with his right foot (ow), stepping around John's right side while simultaneously putting some distance between them. Following this action would be a left kick executed just within Dash's maximum kicking range aimed at the small of John's back.

Each movement transitioned flawlessly into the next, making the action seem as natural to the man as walking. The crowds would be on the edge of their seats, having been worked up into a frenzy by the sudden burst of aggression. Dash heard this, and drew strength from it. His adrenaline would be raging now, helping to alleviate the pain his body was in. His heart would be pounded fiercly as something inside of him started to build.

Tha-thump...Tha-thump...

Throughout the entire course of these events, the small band of energy jumping around his left arm would steadily intensify.

14

In another part of time.. when.. whatever conditions were met. Reiko would be in the cage for his bout. Where was he? Who cares. He was here now.. and people would get hurt.

"Hello, I'm here now, people will get hurt."

See, he even said so with his own mouth. 'Cept now, he was shirtless and life was great.

"You look like someone who has lost to me before."

Reiko put his game face on and clenched his right fist. In a few flashes of light, what appeared on him was a XXL white tee, then over it a red one. Then his shoes changed to some all white classics. Perfect.

What you see is what you get.

Then he put his hands out somewhat in front of his midsection, left wrist into right hand, and started walking directly towards his opponent.

(( 1/17 ))

So he wanted to be cautious. That was fine. But that didn't mean that Evan was going to go slowly. No, he would be coming at him full tilt, in a way. He approached Reiko in a shuffle step, his back leg moving forward before his front leg slid forward seamlessly. The movement was done in the space of a half second, which meant he would be hauling a**- just not at a run. The stance needed to be kept in order to combat the man properly.

In any event, when he was but seven inches from Reiko's position, he would kick out with the back leg -his right one- shifting his weight to the left foot as he did so. The kick would end up having the toe of his right boot tap Reiko's left shin.

Now there was another point to this kick- it was an opening move, thus was fairly weak. But if a pressure point was hit with the right foice, the leg would hurt a lot more, even with such a light strike. The kick was aimed for a depression between the shin bone and the leg muscle, one palm width below the kneecap.

However, that wasn't the end... the kick would follow with a right short uppercut as soon as he got into stance, which shouldn't take but a split second. This second attack was aimed for another pressure point- one located on the chest, just below the sternum. Thus, one move managed to flow into another seamlessly and from one strength of attack to another.

If sucessful, this would hurt more than a light tap. If not, there were other ways to do damage wtihout too much effort, and he knew them all...

But we'll wait and see.

((2))

Evan's eyes widened slightly as the sudden strike came at his right solar plexus in an attempt to knock the wind out of him, not to mention knock him off balance. Then again, that was the interesting thing about a weak kick like this one- it was easy not to commit to it. Halfway through the rotation, he bent the incoming leg at the knee and quickly whipped his right arm in a quick counterclockwise circle, catching the attack in the hook that his right hand made and parrying it to the outside.

If successful, Reiko would have his arm knocked away, and the now bent leg would shoot out in a side thrust kick, the knife edge of Evan's left foot slamming towards Reiko's skull. At this range, the power kick would knock him several feet back, and give him a nice ring in his ears. Oh, and that's not including the brain being smashed against the back of the head.

The other leg still had most of the weight on it, and there was a reason why... but that's for later.

((3))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Then Reiko would hook his left leg around Evan's-

And now, we come to the part about why most of Evan's weight was on his back leg. He grinned as the left leg came around and quickly gripped Reiko's right shoulder, hositing himself up. As he did so, he hopped off his right leg and bent his right leg in order to fully clear itself of the incoming leg before bringing the knee to bear on Reiko's left temple. Seeing as his back was only partially turned, he was still able to get both arms onto the shoulder and twist himself around to whack Reiko in his head.

Then again, that wasn't going to do at all. So while he was getting ready for the attack, he aimed for another pressure point- one that was located between the neck and the outside of the left shoulder. No fancy stuff... he just took the first two knuckles of his right hand and would slam into the top of his opponent's shoulder with devastating accuacy. If nothing else, this would be a fine distraction for the leg attack.

((4))

Okay, that hurt... so he was in a boston crab now, and there was little to no way out of it. Well, there had to be at least one way... so he grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes and refused to scream. There had to be a way...

If he crawled forwards, it would be most likely more painful. He was pretty much trapped via his lower back, though... he could still move his legs however, and do something with his upper body at the same time. Quickly, his mind blocking as much of the pain as possible, he pushed upwards with his hands at mid-chest as if in a push-up. At the same time, he managed to get his legs to move, hooking the ankles around the shoulder joints. The thighs and quads flexed and strained as his legs pulled forwards while his arms were still trapped around them...

If done properly, this would send the man flying forwards from his current position and onto the floor quite hard a few feet away, with Evan pushing himself up quite slowly. All things considered, that hurt... but he was trained to take worse than a mere boston crab.

((5))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

Quickly, his mind blocking as much of the pain as possible, he pushed upwards with his hands at mid-chest as if in a push-up. Reiko laughed as he forced himself all the way back as if he was laying back to back with Evan while still pulling. More pain. But as silly as that was, Reiko knew better.

Immediately after trying to burst a bit more pain through Evan's psyche. He released Evan's left leg from his right grip. Generous huh? Not really.

Reiko's body slid over to the right side of Raven as he released the right leg too? What the hell!

But what was going on here was Reiko's left leg would catch under Evan's right foot, and Reiko's right leg would cross "over" the back of the right knee. Reiko's body.. turning over... his legs would be applying immense pain to Evan's right ankle by how they "gripped" or "locked" the leg.

That it? No. Reiko's stomach would be on Evan's back. No Homo. His hands would cross in front of Evan's face and lock by fingers and Reiko "curled" in. As if to pull Evan into a "U". A collar stretch, and a ankle lock.

STF anyone? Or as John Cena would call it. STFU.

(( 5/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

He remembered the position, and as soon as he could he punched his arms on that spot with as much force as possible from his current position, the second knuckle of the first finger on each fist sticking outwards and striking those points. Reiko smiled as he constantly stretched his opponent every which way. Causing pain with every other move he made.

He let Evan beat on his arms for a bit. While he did so, Reiko laughed maniacally. How odd, he should be hurt. Maybe he was having too much fun. Too, too much fun. Reiko wasn't known for being a masochist... and his love for hurting other people only went so far. Because there were things done to people that Reiko couldnt even stand. Blah blah. Anyway...

Eventually Reiko got tired of this and pushed his right side up more on Evan so his right elbow would be pointing out from where his opponent's chin was. His fingers were no longer locked. Instead both hands were fists and the left was crossed somewhat in front of the right at the wrists. A different positioning, Evan would have to find his spots again. Not to mention this way hurt more for Evan because Reiko himself had to stretch to acquire this.

"KEEEEEEEEYAHAHAHAHAHA EEEHAHAHAHA!"

Reiko's body suddenly entered a quick and sharp fold like a "greater than." Twisting Evan's neck harshly to the left and forcing Evan's ankle in completely.. or at least more than the current point.

"Keh heh heh heeeeeh..."

He'd release shortly afterwards.

(( 6/17 ))

Master Nemesis Wrote:

Johnathan watched Dash react as he grabbed his leg and started pulling upwards, seeing him lean back, and almost instantly knew what Dash was about to do, having performed the same maneuver a few times himself. Even though it was a very effective attack, one that could easily knock him out, he had an easy solution. He simply released his opponent's leg and leaned back, allowing the boot to miss by millimeters in front of his chin. Simultaneously, he brought his knee up, curling it all the way up to his chest. By this time, Dash -

-would have landed and be rushing in for his jab attack.

Johnathan leaned back to avoid Dash's leg. Dash's attack wasn't moving in slow motion, it was actually pretty fast, otherwise it wouldn't have been a good counter attempt. Once Dash's foot flew past John's face, that meant Dash was practically upside down and flying away from him allready! Not to mention Johnathan would have had to recover from leaning backwards suddenly to avoid Dash's kick before he could even attempt his own attack. Unless, he was allready drawing up his leg while leaning backwards and kicking at the exact moment Dash's foot flew past him. But that wouldn't be possible at all seeing how John's movement was a reaction to Dash's flipping kick and not premeditated. Not to mention, doing this would throw him horribly off balance and cause him to just fall backwards altogether, given the speed and angle John would have to lean to fully cause Dash to "wiff". So, while Johnathan would be bringing his leg up to kick, Dash would be landing. He'd kick, right as Dash was rushing forward.

Dash took the kick solidly to the chest seeing how it was simultanous with his charge, he didn't have much time to react. This didn't go to well with his allready bruised ribs. As a matter of fact, it would break a couple of them!

Dash immediately fell backwards, landing hard on his back (left shoulder first!). The pain was now sending him over the edge, his body ached all over and his immobile wasn't helping him at all right about now.

"Argh...."

Dash winced. He was in quite the position right now, but he still wasn't ready to give up just yet.

Tha-thump...tha-thump...tha-thump!

The "glow" emitting from Dash's arm grew brighter, his ki visibibly dancing around it in seemingly random bolts of electricity.

15

With his sweeping move connecting and Ray now off her feet and in mid-air, Ruuvan followed through and turned his body until his back was facing Ray. He kept his head turned so he could see her out of the corner of his eye and launched the second part of his attack. It would be a simple matter of switching his legs in order to kick her whilst she was airborne, but it would require a lot of agility to pull it off, but that's where being an elf came into its own.

Ruu had brought his left leg in since the sweep and continued to turn, waiting until he had turned 180 degrees from his original position. Planting his left foot on the ground, he continued to turn on the spot but lifted his right leg and bent it slightly to prepare for the kick. Once had quickly spun the other 90 degrees, placing his left leg back and his right leg ready for the attack, Ruu released the tension and kicked out at Ray whilst she was still in the air or recovering; neither were positions one could easily dodge things in.

((4/17))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

That should have made the man let go. Yeah...

Reiko in 6/17 Wrote:

He'd release shortly afterwards. So Evan would supposedly still be on the ground as Reiko backed off for just a second.

"Hathead. You are worse than a nagging woman. Do you feel helpless?"

He put his hands in his pockets and looked down, as if to overshadow and intimidate Evan.

(( 7/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

He was already feeling better... and all things considered, he was not in a good mood. His left leg, which was not in pain, would kick upwards and backwards, aiming towards Reiko's lower back. Yeeeah. Except..

me Wrote:

He put his hands in his pockets and looked down, as if to overshadow and intimidate Evan. Reiko never had his back toward Evan. Reiko did however.. back off Evan.. which... isn't the same thing as turning his back to Evan.

Hmm.

Mighty long leg though to kick back with no upper body help at the lower midsection.

Reiko's kneeled while his hands shot out of their pockets and grabbed Evan's left leg. His left arm was wrapped around the calf and shin with the hand gripping the area just "above" (but now below) the ankle, and then gripped the foot with his right hand. As he did that, he shouted,

"Lilfting your leg like a dog. Are you trying to pee in my cage? Find your own place to humiliate yourself."

He quickly turned his right arm count-clock around like a sharp jerk, like opening a tight bottle, to snap Evan's left ankle.

(( What is this... 8/17? ))

"Feh"

Ray would say, curling up into a ball as she was hit, she didn't even try to counter, why wasn't Ray fighting back? Who knew but her. Once she was kicked, she'd fly to the other side of the cage, wincing slightly, her eyes clenched somewhat.

Once the hits were over, she'd land on the ground, in a cat like way, her hands and feet on the ground as she came to a sliding finish. Standing back up, Ray would now take the offence.

she'd run toward him, staying low, to make her more airo-dynamic while she ran, once she was close enough, she'd lift her right leg and spin on her heel, bringing her right knee into her chest, once she had enough momentum, she'd push her foot into the ground, and stop pushing out her leg, toward his chest. IT was an open attack but that was okay.

((5/17))

Reiko only let all that headlock nonsense happen so he could do something cool like.

Throw his right arm around behind Evan's waist for grip, slipping his left arm past his own thighs to behind Evan's left thigh. Then he his left foot forward, thrust back off that badboy to ...

kada...

kada kada...

kada kada kada BOOM!

Lift Evan up with his arms and back to slam his back down the mat.

Announcer: A BACK BODY DROP! OH MY GOD IT'S A SLOBBARKNOCKAR.

(( 9/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

But he wasn't exactly stopping there. Jumping up and forwards slightly and re-applying the facelock.. Yeah well his leg was still forward. Even if he got hit in the face. What was important was that when Evan jumped, Reiko's hands went under his thighs, raising his legs.

So when he'd come down. The space between his legs. The underside, not the nuts. Unless he tried to do something dumb and fell on his nuts, it would be his fault.

The space between his testies and his rectum would fall hard on Reiko's right knee. Left leg forward... a slight step forward because Evan jumped forward. And then a drop onto Reiko's right knee.

The narrator is pretty sure it's called an... Atomic Drop.

(( 10/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

He had effectively landed behind him. With that, he wrap.... Too Agile... like some kind of p***y flower.

Reiko's left hand had cupped the front of a fist made with the right hand. Evan was trying to put him in a sleeper. Well Reiko didn't because he couldn't see. But if Evan's right hand was up to wrap around his neck... then perhaps a....

RIGHT ELBOW FLYING BACK INTO THE RIGHT SECTION OF HIS ABDOMEN...

Would connect. His right arm was up right?

(( 11/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

He would have to break the sleeper for this one, but it was worth it if it worked. He slid his own arms under Reiko's armpits... Yeah well. It'd have to be either one at a time or he'd have to move around to do it because one was coming back, and the other was around to support it, meaning his left was close even if his right wasn't.

Yeah.

Whatever. When the right arm went under his right, Reiko spun out so that he would be facing Evan's direction, but just on the side of him so that the right sides would still be close to eachother. Then he slipped his arm out, and took hold of Evan's wrist in the process... spinning around back to bend his arm clockwise up and into his back. Armbar...

(( 12/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

be ready. His left fist headed towards the side of Reiko's face in a hook Reiko's left hand went inside the range of Evan's right. This was to prevent him from stopping Reiko from...

Delivering a pimptastique backhand to Evan's face. His hand would go all the way across. This means.. if Evan tried to pull some highgrade acrobatics again and continue an attack.. Reiko would still deflect the hook. And even if he hit Evan.. he'd interrupt the hooking left.

Hit or miss.. because Reiko's left hand would be on the inside of Evan's right. He'd snatch him up by the collar.. or.. neck.. whatever was there in that area.. and his right hand would go back across Evan's face to slap him again.

Then back across. Swings not done so much with the shoulder so that they would not be too wide and interrupted by Evan trying to put his hand in the swing area.

WHAP PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP. That many times before Reiko would push Evan back.

Master Nemesis Wrote:

-he turned and took two runing steps before leaping forward.

Dash would be rolling over to the left (over his left shoulder and arm) and onto his stomach, where he would lift himself up on his hand (left) and knees. He'd be coughing some, littering the ground with a few droplets of blood.

Tha...thump! Tha...thump! Tha...thump!

Master Nemesis Wrote:

With inhuman agility, Johnathan started scuttling up the vertical surface.

Dash heard the noises coming from the fence. His "pal" was up to something and he knew that he couldn't stay like this for much longer.

Move...

And Dash's body would respond: PAIN!

Tha...thump! Tha...thump! Tha...thump!

Master Nemesis Wrote:

Johnathan would propel let go with his hands, and flip backwards into thin air.

MOVE!

And Dash's body would respond: MORE PAIN!

This strange feeling that had been steadily building after Dash's shoulder was dislocated was starting to grow up something fierce inside of him. Was it anger? Was it fear? Was it dissappointment?

Well one thing was for certain, from the corner of his eye he could see Johnathan leaping from the wall.

Tha...thump! Tha...thump! Tha...thump!

Master Nemesis Wrote:

He would fall earthwards fast and hard, intending to land a powerful body slam upon Dash's body-

DAMMIT MOVE!!!

And Dash's body would respond: Compliance!

Johnathan would strike the ground but Dash would not be beneath him. He would be a little under two feet away, kneeling on his right knee. His right arm hung limply at his side while his left-

-had become an electrical maelstrom of emerald energy. The strange feeling building up in Dash that was fueled by his will, his pain, and the crowd would best be known as "meter". Let's just say that now, it was MAXED.

THOOM

Dash's left arm struck the ground, unleashing a force so powerful, that it would create an impact crater with a radius of 7 feet, and a depth of 10 inches at its focal point. The resulting shockwave would cause the entire cage to rattle violently while any spectator within 3 feet of it would feel a slight tremor. It was as if a mine exploded beneath the two men's feet, except there would be no shrapnel or missing limbs. They would simply be sent into the air.

Dash was not the one to say the names of his moves during combat for he found the practice silly; however, now would be one of the rare moments when he would. As he and hopefully Jonathan would begin their ascent, Dash would utter these words:

�Good game.� That was the name of his move.

(Cue intense music, it�s DM time.)

In mid-air, Dash would rotate his body to face John, His still glowing left arm would blur and there would be 5 rapid flashes of green light all occurring in the span of 1 second. That was it. If time could be slowed down, it would be seen that the flashes were actually 5 punches. Under normal circumstances, these punches would be aimed at nerve bundles located around the body.

This was obviously not a normal circumstance. Due to the fact that they were flying upwards, and Dash was indeed pained and unable to focus as much as he normally would, the attacks would hit random spots on John�s body based on how they were oriented with each other at the time. They would still hurt like hell and maybe leave some bruises worth bragging about, but John would still have control of his body after the initial stun period of a second or so. By now they would be 5 feet into the air and still climbing, Dash would start flying higher as John would seeing how John was heavier than Dash. So, at about the 10 foot mark, Dash would rotate his entire body and strike Downwards at John with his left arm, creating a final blast of force and releasing the rest of the energy stored.

This served to cancel out John�s upwards force and transfer it to Dash himself (think of billiard balls striking each other). John would then begin to drop back down normally, left to deal with the 10 foot drop as he pleased. John was a tough guy, though. So Dash wouldn't be worried about him getting hurt seriously (THus was the reason Dash decided to stop John's "flight". Dash on the other hand, he�d keep moving upwards and quickly.

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Author's note: You know. I would've posted last night.. but I needed a good little minute to think about how to counter this without bullshitting. While I thought about it.. I said. "Damn... that guy really outsmarted me, I oughta let him have it." Shortly after saying this I figured out what to do to counter it feasibly. But between this morning when I woke up and now when I'm posting.... I debated back and forth whether I should counter or not... and well... I had such a tough time with this I even asked Nekki what I should do.

And well.. we now continue with our regularly scheduled program. That wasn't OOC btw.. read it like you would a book.

• End

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

Double yes! Exactly as he planned it! Evan knelt down on his left knee, dodging the backhand. He then... Would catch sight of Reiko's left knee torpedoing directly at his head.

The knee was propelled by Reiko's initial hard backhand movement. His waist turned along with the "end" of the missed backhand to shoot the left knee hard at Evan's head. A very dangerous attack. Evan had already limited himself by being on his knee and trying to grab Reiko's leg leg with his left, minimizing a lot of sensible defenses.

"..."

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

But see, it wasn't going to end there. His left arm was now free from its position, the roll helping to get him out of his bad position. Yeah. See. Unless Evan was as tall as Shaq, Reiko's knee wouldn't have had to go that high.. and it wouldn't be going that slow anyway.

As Evan tried to grab his leg, Reiko would snatch him up by the crown on his head with his right hand and grab one of his arms. It didn't matter which one. In fact it could've been his shirt or shoulders. He grabbed something on Evan to fling him high in the air by. Good thing there was no cover on the cage, or else his opponent would skyrocket right through it.

Then... Reiko would pause for a moment.

(( 15/17 ))

Hugin the Raven Wrote:

Annoying... It was time to get something done. As Reiko got set to fling Evan into the air, he grabbed Reiko by his neck and squeezed, his fingers digging in. Yeah... INTO THE AIR YOU GO.

When one tries to perform an action such as grabbing someone's leg while still kneeling.. or standing... and is interrupted by being flung into the air. There is no significant time frame in which to do high grade acrobatics, grab, and counter it. By the time Evan would have done... whatever special flipping he was trying to do.. it would've been over anyway.

So yes. While Evan would've been flung high into the air..

Reiko would slowly start dancing slightly... picking up rhythm for his movements.

-Elsewhere in a happier place.-

Gasp

:0 "REIIIIII!"

-Back in the cage.-

On its own, Reiko's "second" stepped out of him, connected to Reiko by his feet. Reiko looked over his shoulder only to feel a embarassing smack to the head. His "second" had taken the shape of his master, Nekki.

They seemed to be exchanging words, and Nekki seemed a little "upset" with Reiko for some reason. Then she pointed to Evan who was descending.

As a few more words exchanged.. Reiko and Nekki-sensei started speaking in unison. Apparently they were on the same page now because together they moved outwards from Evan's target landing point with a spin.

"BEE"

Then they retreated their "leading" fists inward to their chests, still standing back to back.

"EFF"

As Evan was about to land with, whatever attack. Rei and Nek thrusted their fists out hard from their chests like a backfist. No spin. Upon contact with Evan's ... evanescence I guess.. they'd both release "force" to slam into him and send him rocketing into a wall of the cage.

"EEEEFFFF!"

Them... they'd still be shaking their fists vigorously as though they were Bruce lee. Then stand back up, back to back and laugh.

"And ever?"

"And ever!"

The "second" would retreat back into Reiko afterwards.

(( End. ))

(Note: This takes place immediately after Dash's attack, and before the judging. It does not take into account whether John was hit or not. It wouldn't matter.)

"Dash looks like he's seriously hurt. There's no getting up after that one!"

"And there goes Johnathan! He could end it right here, folks!"

Thoom!

The camera feed flickers briefly for a moment as the shockwave hits the cage.

"Holy COW!"

"Looks like Dash just went- Hey, Where is Dash?

The cameras swap angles and view points, but all show the same thing: a crater, Johnathan, and... well, that's it.

"Where the hell is Dash!?"

The camera pans about wildly, searching for the lost combatant. Suddenly it notices some peculiar behavior within the audience. They seem to be cheering wildly with their attention focused upwards. Some are pointing, others are shooting snapshots and videotaping.

"Well I'll be damned..."

The camera shoots upwards towards the cieling to find a barely conscious Dash hanging from a beam with his left arm.

Random Cameraman: "Sweet Jebus, ZOOM THAT MUTHA IN!"

As the cameras focus in on the man, the views see a rather pained expression etched into his face. Always the showman, Dash catches a quick glimpse of himself in the mega-vision screen hanging in the warehouse and musters a weak smile.

TIME UP!

The buzzer sounds, signalling the end of the round.

"An unbelievable end to an unbelievable match!"

"He's going to need some serious help getting down from there..."

The medical crews stand by as several HoH crewmen rush into the cage carrying a rolled up net. Hey, when you're dealing with fighters of this calibur, you come prepared for anything.

So, long story short, Dash drops from the cieling and into the net, transfered to a stretcher, and is carried towards the medical ward. Of course, his trip was delayed by the mass of media and "fans" who ran over to talk to him.

Dash wouldn't say much of anything right now. It hurt to do everything. The pain still wouldn't stop him from flashing a grin to the cameras though, coupled with a weak thumbs up. Shortly afterwards, he passed out.

Evan goes flying through the air, towards the wall on the far end of the cage... and manages to twist and flip, managing to right himself with his feet facing the cage.

KLATTER

He then sprang off and landed on his feet, breathing hard. He checked the FIGHTER as he got his bearings together, and smiled ruefully. Then he took a closer look... and started laughing. His laughter increased in volume as he looked at Reiko. Did he see the same thing that he did? Probably not... but even so...

"Damn, you're somehting else! Winning by four-tenths of a point... if this would have gone on any longer, I'd have had the space to catch up!"

Having finally recovered, he walked over to the cage door and opened it, turning around before the judge could arrive. "I want to fight you again! Next time, I got you for sure, Reiko."

With that, he picked up his coat and walked over to the other cages to explain the score to his teammates. It was a better match than the last one, that was for sure. And so close... so damn close! The next time they entered, they'd have a better game to bring due to this experience.

Oh yes- much better. They'd be back next year.

And the porcupine clad judge did nothing, standing there as Reiko moved forward only to stop right in front of him. Good thing too, because those many quills on the costume looked mighty sharp. Reiko might not want to walk right into them or something.

Just like the judges in the other areas, he was not going to be the one to make the first move. Instead, this one judge just sort of stood there, waiting for an attack.

((1? Not sure if you want to count these posts as an actual start.))

No answer. The judge simple remained there.

As for the question, well, that would be for the owner of the warehouse who ran these underground fight clubs.

((2))

Ray would go vist Dash in the hospital, and bring a lady with her, just for Dash, she'd bring flowers and chocolates, and then inform Dash on what was going on and such, with Reiko, and if he lost, which Ray highly doubted, Reiko..well...Reiko was just...Reiko.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

"...."

Reiko's right hand came off the zipper and quickly extended towards the "challenger's" lower torso.

At the same time the Porcupine's left hand whipped out from beneath the needled cloak. Reiko just got a free shot with a backhand into the Porcupine's stomach, though it would feel as if he'd just slammed his hand into a stone wall. The Porcupine, however, would reach under Reiko's arm at almost the exact moment that Reiko moved; the arm wearing a black, elbow length glove with a black laquered metal bracer over the wrist and forearm.

The Porcupine now had a vice grip upon Reiko's balls.

"You're all talk and no action, Reiko Sakagami," the judge would say from behind the mask; the voice sounding hollow as it reverberated from within.

(( 3 / 17 ))

What truly mattered in the fight was not what Reiko had intended, it was that the moment Rei stopped shitting around, the fight would actually start. And even if Rei pulled his punches, it was already on.

Rei's hand felt cold steel as he grasped the Porcupine by the wrist, but as he was reaching across his body to try and stop the hand, leverage was against him. Even if he did possess the strength to stop the sudden arm movement, it wouldn't hold out when the Porcupine stepped in with his left foot to put even more power behind the thrust.

The hand would come, palm up, between Reiko's legs, and the hand would close down to squeeze Rei's two best friends in a powerful grip. That is, the situation would have been that way if Reiko hadn't tried to catch the hand. Now, with his stance shifted, the Porcupine was in better position to power through his attack; the challenger would be lifted eighteen inches into the air... by his balls. It would feel like he had slipped on a balance beam and gravity had taken its toll. Only with a crushing grip added.

Reiko Sakagami Wrote:

The right hand would press into the man shortly after the left had defended. Gently, his palm would press into the man's midsection, releasing "force" from his palm to slam into the challenger and rocket him back.

Or.. if he was as sturdy as.. whatever.. he would be repelled some yards.

If this carried through, the Porcupine would indeed be thrown back by the "force" that Reiko exerted. And the Sakagami man would be dragged along with him... by his balls.

A few feet back, however, the Porcupine would put his right leg back to catch himself, and brace both that leg and his left arm against the momentum of Reiko; turning his balls from an outie to an innie.

(( 4 / 17 ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

It most certainly would. Because coincidentally, Reiko would step in with his left as well, pushing down. How lucky that he thought to do such a thing off a whim.

Because in this case it would be easier to push down, than up, Reiko would clearly have the upper hand. However, this "struggle" before impact was changing his gameplan up. So they would pretty much face to face now..

There was no 'pretty much' about it. When Reiko stepped forwards the heavy ceramic mask that the Porcupine wore would come crashing down against his brow without a single warning from the body.

(( 5 / 17 ))

Seven half ton fists. Quite a bit of force behind them, all shooting out of Reiko's chest at the Porcupine. The Judge made no sounds, there was no wind knocked out of him, and he didn't even seem to feel the blows as they hammered away at the shrouded figure's torso. Each blow drove the two fighters apart several inches at a time, pushing back both the Porcupine and Reiko at the same time. Reiko's double would have felt like those fists were slamming into stone, though with each strike that landed in the same place as one had before, the stone would seem just a little bit softer.

Though these weren't just body blows, one strike hit the edge of the ceramic mask, causing a piece to chip off and reveal an uninhibited grin from behind the costume. Slightly fanged, and registering no real pain from the assault.

However, the Porcupine would simply stand there and take the assault, for now. The pressure on Reiko's family jewels was constant, and hard. Whatever threats that he made he would be making in soprano for the rest of the day.

"You mock yourself," was the only reply by the masked combattant as the sly grin returned.

(( 6 / 17 ))

Standing back at two and a half feet while still holding onto the wrist of the Judge? One might think that Reiko was a dandy.

Though true to what had transpired so far, the judge stood silent and did nothing to interrupt Reiko and his pompous games. He could talk to himself, or anything that walked out of himself, all that he wanted to. The Porcupine would wait until Reiko was ready to get back to the fight. If he tried another half-assed opener like he had earlier, there would be nothing but pain waiting for him.

As for the opener that Reiko had chosen this time, the Porcupine could only hope for more. In responce, he only raised that left hand up again; the elbow out straight and the forearm bent up at a right angle. If Rei's punch went straight out, he would strike against the metal bracer on the arm. If something else happened... well, that waited to be seen.

(( 7 / 17 ))

Reiko changed his stance, and it was obvious that he would advance when his weight shifted forwards. Porcupine had been lenient up until now, and had stood back and watched as Reiko made this fight for the advancement of HIS team into a joke. But Porcupine would be still no longer.

When Reiko began to c**k his arms back, Porcupine stepped forwards quickly with his left foot; it set down just in front of Reiko's right. Due to the fact that Porcupine had stepped in, the Judge was now at an angle perpendicular to Reiko's body, with his left shoulder pointed towards the center of Reiko's chest, and his legs spread just a bit wider than his shoulders, knees bent slightly with the right bent inwards slightly.

In the same motion, even as the Judge was taking the step, the left forearm would fold down, in towards his chest, and the elbow would lash out to the side, directly at the center of Reiko's throat, about an inch below the chin-

-and there it would stop. Held in pause an inch away from striking the point of the elbow against the place in the kneck known as the 'adams apple'. Reiko's arms cocked back just an instant before, he would not yet be in any position to move them to block. Even if he had only begun to move his upperbody forward, that would mean that his balance would be off, and it would take a moment to recover it to move himself in any direction other than into the attack, which was exactly one moment too long.

"Reiko Sakagami... you shame yourself in this ring," the Porcupine said in a deep, controlled voice; the mouth moving just barely visible behind the chipped bottom of the mask. Anyone with a basic knowledge of anatomy would know what would have happened if the Porcupine hadn't stopped his elbow there.

(( 8 / 17 ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

RIGHT INTO REIKO'S "SECOND" ROCKETING RIGHT OUT OF THE FRONT OF REIKO WITH BOTH FISTS (palms turned in toward eachother) TO SLAM INTO THE CHALLENGER'S FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

Which took the Second straight over the Porcupine.

As the Second had been clearly rocketing out of Reiko's chest towards the Porcupine's face, it would be at an upward angle, and as it was rocketing, the attack would not stop when it contacted, but carry straight through; knocking back both the Judge's head and the Judge's left arm when the Second struck the porcelain mask and flew straight over the Porcupine's head.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

"I-"

The next thing to come out of Reiko's mouth would not be a word, but blood, and perhaps a tooth. As Reiko's Second had been rocketing out of his chest and past his face, it obstructed his view of pretty much everything going on in front of him... not that even if he had been able to see, he would have been able to catch the lightning fast uppercut that came when the Porcupine's right hand emerged from beneath the heavy cloak and slammed into the underside of Reiko's jaw.

All the women in the audience cried out in unison for fear that their lover would no longer be able to satisfy them... for you see, Reiko was speaking at the time, and the phrase "bite your tongue" can be used for other things than simply to say "shut up". If he was an unlucky fellow, he could lose the tip of his woman-pleaser, and could quickly bleed to death shortly afterwards.

"Fight me with all that you are, or go home in bandages, Reiko Sakagami," the Judge said, head still tilted back from the blow, as if he didn't even need to look at Reiko to fight him.

The Porcupine mask clattered to the ground behind the Judge as the Second began to fall, as well.

(( No post limit! ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

The uppercut would be intercepted by the second's body. It would-

Buckle just as any other person would when a fist is slammed into their gut with tremendous power. Whether or not the Second was corporeal, it would take damage from that punch.

What happens when a manifestation of a man's spirit is torn from his body? Well... perhaps they would find out today.

As the once-masked Judge stared upwards with his head tilted back into the face of the Second; half extended out from Reiko's body, he began to chuckle. This Second... was it in the shape of Nekki-sensei again?

The Judge's left arm fell to his side, limp.

This is all that Reiko would be able to see. What he wouldn't be able to see, however, was a spirit limb erupting from the top of the left shoulder and grasping a chokehold onto the neck of this Second; squeezing tightly with that same vice grip and tearing the projection of Reiko's inner spirit to the left while sustaining that grip.

The right hand, quickly recovering from the blow it had dealt to the Second's midsection, dropped again to disappear into the folds of the heavy, needled cloak while the Judge brought his left knee up to his chest and thrust a side kick quickly at Reiko's lower abdomen, just below where the Second had jumped out of. The spirit arm still choking the Second and trying to rip it up and away from Reiko's body.

He wanted to see what would happen if he pulled this thing out all the way...

(( And that's all for me tonight. Class tomorrow. ))

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Simultaneously, Reiko would have kicked his right foot at the man's center...

Where it would have struck against the Porcupine's left knee when he raised it to kick Reiko at the same time. This time Reiko's attack had gotten off first.

As he was already leaning back slightly and standing on only his right leg, a kick to the shin while in that position would cause the Judge to fall backwards. If Reiko's stand didn't have a longer reach than he did, seeing as it was centered at the same point that he was, it would catch only air with its "combo".

The Porcupine fell backwards, bending his back as he did so and lifting up his arms so that his elbows were beside his chin, and his hands near the back of his head. He pulled his knees up, almost against his chest, and was about to roll over backwards into a kneeling position.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

The second faded "in" as-

The Judge pushed off against the ground with his arms, throwing his lower body into the air in a handspring that twisted slightly when the Judge pulled his left hand from the ground and tucked it in against his side once more. The judge still had his right hand planted firmly upon the ground, though his body was now turned so that the left side was facing up.

Immediately after pushing off from the ground, the Judge's left leg would snap out straight to deliver a heavy heel to Reiko's chin.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

themightyjello Wrote:

Immediately after pushing off from the ground, the Judge's left leg would snap out straight to deliver a heavy heel to Reiko's chin. Reiko leaned back slightly and threw his right hand to grip the man's left leg. Oh wait no... wouldn't that be too much force to stop so easily?

It wouldn't matter if it was or not, the first kick had been a diversion. Reiko's style had been pretty obvious to the Judge for a while now, and it was clear enough that even a surprise attack wouldn't get through Reiko's 'impenetrable' four-arm defense.

That was exactly why the right leg lashed out immediately after Reiko tipped his head back, intent on delivering a similar kick to what would now be the underside of Reiko's jaw, rather than simply the chin. The Judge was now completely off of the ground, the fingertips of his right hand just barely brushing the mat as the arm trailed behind the rest of his body.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

"...."

Well Reiko would be kicked in the midsection if the left leg was originally on top and caught trying to make a blow at the chin earlier.

The 'sledgehammer heel', to give any impression of how much force was behind that kick, would strike Reiko's sternum just below the collarbone; luckily, since it was apparently a necessity that the kick be lower than it was actually aimed, Reiko was not kicked in the neck, killing him. No, instead there would just be a heavy impact onto his upper chest by the heel of a foot that was just about as hard as... you guessed it... a stone wall.

When the kick contacted, the Judge folded his legs without hesitation, any ounce of resistance simply dropping as his knees bent and, due to how Reiko had leaned back slightly and caught the left leg inches from striking, it would look as if the Judge were crouching on Sakagami Reiko's face.

But there was something wrong with this picture... why would the Judge throw himself into that situation when he knew that Reiko would easily be able to counter the first kick? Yes, the second kick had followed after, and might have broken Reiko's jaw if it had just a few more inches of clearance to do so... yet... something was still missing-

CRACK!

Oh, there it was. The Judge's right hand, which had been trailing along the ground that he had handspringed over before attacking, had swung overhead rapidly and struck Reiko on the back of the head... with that heavy ceramic mask which had been laying on the ground.

The Judge held it by the broken edge of the jaw, and the large, domed forehead of the mask had crashed straight into the back of the Black In Action all-star's cranium with enough force to completely shatter the mask and send shards of broken ceramic scattering across the ground all around them.

Reiko had been preoccupied with not only the diversion first kick, but the second kick as well, and would never have seen the thing coming from behind the veil of that heavy, needled cloak.

themightyjello Wrote:

The 'sledgehammer heel', to give any impression of how much force was behind that kick, would strike Reiko's sternum just below the collarbone;

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Sure the kick connectected.

themightyjello Wrote:

When the kick contacted, the Judge folded his legs without hesitation, any ounce of resistance simply dropping as his knees bent and, due to how Reiko had leaned back slightly and caught the left leg inches from striking, it would look as if the Judge were crouching on Sakagami Reiko's face.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

However... Reiko's hands would drop from the leg leaving the second's hands in their place. Though it would be the right hand of the second first followed by the left, minus Reiko's movements.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

As his hands drop-

themightyjello Wrote:

CRACK!

Oh, there it was. The Judge's right hand, which had been trailing along the ground that he had handspringed over before attacking, had swung overhead rapidly and struck Reiko on the back of the head... with that heavy ceramic mask which had been laying on the ground.

The Judge held it by the broken edge of the jaw, and the large, domed forehead of the mask had crashed straight into the back of the Black In Action all-star's cranium with enough force to completely shatter the mask and send shards of broken ceramic scattering across the ground all around them.

Reiko had been preoccupied with not only the diversion first kick, but the second kick as well, and would never have seen the thing coming from behind the veil of that heavy, needled cloak.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Thus the second's attack would've been acting at this time.

A day late and a dollar short. Reiko wouldn't be able to curl forwards in pain because he'd just been kicked in the sternum.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Sorry, but trying to take every adjective as literal would be dumb. As rocketing and "shooting" are just colorful exaggerations to symbolize "great speed."

i.e. Reiko's fists were shooting at Dash's head.

i.e. Rapidly and struck Reiko on the back of the head.

Just a colorful way to say: immediately after.

First, The Sakagami-man Wrote:

And hit Reiko's second.. because Reiko was leaning back..

But here, The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Where Reiko once was before curling over, the stand was.

And here, The Sakagami-man Wrote:

And that was what happened signified by Reiko curing forward slightly.

Except, themightyjello Wrote:

Reiko wouldn't be able to curl forwards in pain because he'd just been kicked in the sternum.

themightyjello also Wrote:

it would look as if the Judge were crouching on Sakagami Reiko's face.

And, since themightyjello Wrote:

The Judge held it by the broken edge of the jaw, and the large, domed forehead of the mask had crashed straight into the back of the Black In Action all-star's cranium with enough force to completely shatter the mask and send shards of broken ceramic scattering across the ground all around them.

The Sakagami-man, mistakenly, Wrote:

And hit Reiko's second.. because Reiko was leaning back.. from being struck in the sternum or whatever.

And then, The Sakagami-man mistakenly Wrote:

So first off .. the swing would have already begun. Which would possibly throw the attack off balance somewhat.

And second. The second was extending outwards... distancing the challenger further from Reiko's upperbody. So if the mask hit anything.. half of it would be the absorbed by second's arms and the other would hit Reiko's face and break his nose.

As the situation stood:

• The Judge had kicked Reiko in the face.

Reiko leaned back slightly and caught the leg.

Another kick came to Reiko's chest while Reiko was leaning back, which would prevent him from bending forwards.

The Judge pulled into a crouch on Reiko's face AT THE SAME TIME that the ceramic mask would be swung.

The mask would impact a moment after.

If the Stand was in the place of Reiko when Reiko leaned back, then the Judge would be standing on the Stand's face instead.

Due to the repositioning, the Judge would either simply have to bend his knees a little further, or the mask would strike Reiko squarely on the top of the head, rather than on the back of it; it would still impact hard enough to give Reiko a concussion and knock him out. Because both of the Stand's hands were occupied, Reiko's hands had just dropped an instant before from the leg, and the Stand was now leaning out of Reiko so that it couldn't pop out at an inconvenient place and try to block against impact. Reiko was falling, and wouldn't be able to defend himself.

Perhaps the Stand had started spinning counterclockwise INSTANTLY after Reiko's hands dropped away... because that is what it would take in order to even matter. However, spinning counterclockwise was simply an advantage, as the mask was held in the Judge's RIGHT hand, and his LEFT foot was positioned at the head; the spinning would simply put Reiko more easily in reach.

You're not going to get anywhere by trying to write something directly contradictory to what you repeated twice already, and there's no point for the Judge to write another post when simply quoting what has already been ICly written will suffice. Either take the hit, come up with a better excuse, or complain to B.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

not on the back of the head because.. the second's arms were extending outwards.

(( Thanks for reminding me, I knew I forgot something in that post.

So the Second's hands were gripping one leg, which is (1) standing on its head, (2) bent to the point where the knee is touching the chest, with the Judge leaning over it to swing the mask overhand at Reiko's head.

How do arms block something that they're nowhere near?

Feel free to have the Second keep swinging in circles or whatever if you can answer that. I imagine that, as simply an extension of your energy, the Second is kind of worthless if you're unconcious, disoriented, or dead. ))

(( ...so they block the chest, then?

Despite that the mask is going over your head and coming down from behind in an arc, completely bypassing the arms?

...anyways, I'm tired, I'll post somethin' when I get back from work tomorrow. ))

(( That's not really blocking. The arms wouldn't absorb half the impact like you said before, they'd just mean that you'd take it in the face rather than the back of the head... and that's assuming that your arms are longer than mine.

Like I said... when I get home from work. ))

Note from Ed: He said he's taking the hit in the face, you big silly.

(( Elite? Nobody said anything about elite. I didn't want to deal with your bullshit yesterday, and I doubt you wanted to need reasoning for why you did what you did. Now, moving on... ))

"WHAT A BOUT! WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A HIT!!"

The announcer's voice blared over the noise of the chaos inside the warehouse as he stood up from his chair and shouted into the microphone in front of him. The cameraman standing beside him nearly dropped the camera in surprise when J.R., the announcer, had shot up from his seat.

"For those of you at home just tuning in, don't you dare touch that remote! You're not going to want to miss another minute of this fight! One of the fight Judges has entered the ring with World Champion Sakagami Reiko of team Black I-

WAIT! I'm recieving word... yes... This- this is INCREDIBLE! It seems that throughout the tournament, the HoH staff have entered the ring with the competitors!"

On the screens all around, the footage of the current bout was interrupted as feed was patched in from various other cameras around the city; showing a wide-panel view of Ryugi Kazamaru battling the Devil, and Silver Alexander battling the Angel. In a moment the feed cut back to the current bout, and J.R.'s voice, screaming at the top of his lungs, came over the air again.

"It's quite a matchup here that we've got, folks! In one corner we have the World Champion for almost two years running, Sakagami Reiko!"

The cameras quickly cut to file footage of Reiko's 'victory reel', showing some of the most dramatic moments of Reiko's illustrious career as a prizefighter. J.R.'s shouting continued in the background.

"Truly a man loved by millions for his off-beat style and 'take no prisoners' tactics! The Champ has a long record of victories, and from what we've seen in his career so far, he's widely considered one of the most dangerous men on the face of Gaia!"

The camera feed changed again; switching from the victory reel to footage from the Leviathan security network, the records of which had been recovered from the ruins of the stadium by Creation Industries in their excavation process. It showed various instances of Reiko's public defiance of authority and the attacks made against the stadium, culminating with one brief, static-ridden scene that showed the circumstances around the violent explosion which had lead to the first desctruction of the Leviathan.

"And in the other corner, we have the fight judge, himself! Unmasked by the Champion and revealed to be-" J.R. paused, flipping through a stack of notes that had been handed to him by the recordkeeper sitting beside him, "...WELL! It seems we have a bit of a mystery here! We have no record of this fighter at all, except for the security footage..."

The camera feed switched again, to more security footage, yet none of it showed the Judge participating in any combat at all. The final scene before the feed was switched back showed the Judge standing face to face with the mysterious white-skinned figure whom had appeared in the stadium earlier that year. Then the feed cut back to the fight at hand.

"WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A FIGHT! We've seen some tremendous displays so far by both the Champ and the mystery challenger: Show that replay!"

The feed switches to an ultra-slow motion replay of the scene that had just taken place: The Judge on the ground, the Champ stepping forwards, and then the handspring that initiated it all. The Champ leans back to avoid the first kick and throws his hands up to catch the leg, and from the way that the Champion's body bent when he recieved the second kick, it was easy enough to imagine the kind of sound that it made even with the audio cut out. At this point the Champ began to fall backwards, leaving a glowing golden representation of himself in his place. The Judge's right hand, dusting across the mat, snatched the edge of the heavy Porcupine mask that was laying there, and tucked his knees up against his chest with the momentum of his spring; even as the copy jerked its grip to the left harshly and went into a spin.

There was a sudden flash of a thousand cameras all going at once.

Blood, sweat, and dozens of shattered shards of the Porcupine mask were thrown into the air when the heavy mask slammed into Reiko's face at the bridge of his nose as he fell to the ground, hastened by the blow.

Here the replay ended.

-

The Judge let go of the last piece of the mask that had remained in his hand when it was all said and done; simply folding his arms over his chest as the Second would continue to spin round and round... then rise up suddenly and drop down again, slamming the Judge's back into the mat with enough force to make the cage shake violently. There was a slight bounce after the impact, and then nothing. The Judge lay flat on his back with his arms folded across his chest, not speaking, not moving, not even breathing.

-

The crowd was in an uproar. Cheers and shouts and hollars. Enthusiasm was bursting in the viewers, both in the warehouse and at home. No doubt there were children jumping up and down on their living room couches right now all over the city.

"Rei~ko!" one voice in the crowd shouted above the rest.

"REI~KO!" others joined in.

"REI~KO!!" an entire section of spectators was shouting.

"REI~KO!" Stomping their feet and clapping their hands in unison, the whole building was shaking... and they were all shouting Reiko's name, even the ones who had come to cheer for Team Nightraid.

"IT'S THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!"

The 'challenger' remained exactly as he had been; arms folded across his chest, not seeming to care one way or another the ways that the Second wanted to slam him into the mat. He just let the Stand swing him about, and stared down at Reiko no matter which way that his body was violently tossed.

As the Stand's arm came down at the end, delivering the hard chop, it would experience something very different than it had all of the other times it had struck the Judge; rather than striking the 'stone wall' that it had so many other times, the arm would sink in, as if the Judge's body was made of putty. The only truly solid thing that the Stand would seem to strike would be the mat below, and the clothes that the Judge was wearing.

"...that almost tickled," he said in a bemused tone, picking up his head to look at the Champ; arms still folded over his chest, just above where the Second had driven its arm. "Now, if you're done playing with yourself, I'd like to finish this fight."

As soon as the Stand removed its hand, the indentation that it had made had disappeared. The judge sat up, placing his hands flat upon the ground beside him as one would to leisurely support their sitting position; legs out in front of him.

"Maybe you're right. Alright, then, if that's what you want, then I suppose that is how it shall be," the Judge said, as he drew his knees up to slowly push off from the ground and pull his legs beneath him, as if this were a picnic and not a fight.

At long last, cracking his neck to either side, the Judge slid his right foot back into a wider stance and raised his left arm up; the forearm bent horizontally across his chest. His right arm was at his side again, underneath the needled cloak.

The Sakagami-man Wrote:

Reiko's second

wouldn't come out again.

Try as Reiko might, the Second refused to come out. It wasn't as if he just couldn't create it anymore... he could. The Second would form, but it wouldn't be able to leave the confines of Reiko's own body, as if it were being physically, or more appropriately: metaphysically, restrained.

"Be on your guard," was all that the Judge said as his back foot twisted to the side slightly when he pushed off from the ground and took two fast steps forwards; arm still raised as if he were going to slam the forearm into Reiko's shoulder.

It would actually feel more like the Stand was confined to his body and there alone; any attempts to extend it any further would be met with overwhelming resistance, as if it were trying to push through a solid, unyeilding wall.

The Judge met no such resistance, however, when he approached; not charging straight through Reiko as it might have looked like he was about to, but stopping his feet there, instead. His left arm raised up slightly, and instead of hitting Reiko's shoulder, the arm extended in a backhand aimed at the back of Reiko's neck.

As stated, the judge met with the exact force that he put into the blow. If that meant that the fist would be pushed back, then it was. If it meant anything else, the Judge seemed unaffected.

Reiko would find that he had a much more difficult time doing this than the Second had just a few moments before. This time it would feel more like punching a sandbag, and his fist would sink in an inch or two, but not as much as he might have expected.

The Judge, said fist having been pushed back by an aura of some sorts, simply bent the arm as it rebounded and continued the sweep of his arm forwards to deliver an elbow to the Champion's freshly broken nose.

And what of the Judge?

Well, his left elbow bounced off of Reiko's face. In responce to this, he extended the arm again, just as he had bent in resonce to the last 'rebound'. This time, however, instead of swinging the fist around to strike the back of Reiko's head, it went clear over his head; barely brushing the Champ's hair as it did.

Meanwhile, the Judge bent his arm again; this time on the other side of Reiko's head from where it had been. This, combined with a step forwards with the right foot, would form what most people would call a chokehold, as the crook of the elbow would then be around the neck. However, the intention was not necessarilly to choke. But intention and effect are two different things; and intention usually becomes apparent after the fact.

(( Nothing. Nothing at all.

Now, Mr. Just Like A Bomb, you are familiar that bombs usually have a delay between when they are planted and when they explode, correct? You put a thing... that did a thing. Yet you never said "boom".

So there was no explosion, and I'm not required to say "the first four rows of spectators WILL get wet". ))

(( Perhaps you should have described it as something other than a bomb.

Now, will you do so, or are we just going to play "I'm rubber and you're glue" all day? ))

(( I unno. The impression I got when you said 'like a bomb' at the END of all that was more of: "it digs in, then comes off of Reiko's hand"... then the 'like a bomb' comment came. And I was like: "Woo! Ten seconds to chest exploding!"

Guess you were going for more of a "and it blew a hole straight through him", right?

I dislike editing, just tell me which it was, and I'll address it next. Either way it would go pretty much as said, neither I, nor he is going to bother doing anything about that. ))

(( Hokai. ))

That.

Instead, there was a rather large, dripping hole in the center of the Judge. The cameras couldn't see it because of the cloak, and Reiko... both were blocking it from view to the crowd.

Reiko would find himself covered in mud.

Likewise, the hole did not bleed, it just dripped. Mud. And very slowly began to close.

The Judge then boxed his ears. Oh em gee.

And he'd be punched in the face. Repeatedly. While he was saying that really long kame-hadou-jutsu-no-thing.

Though probably they'd be all "bonk", but whatever. This wasn't even a fight anymore.