HoH season 08. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
DERELICT OFFICE BUILDING ELEVATOR
Nonstop express. Three large hospital sized elevators carry the competitors from the ground floor to the roof. Only catch; they fight on the way up.
Terrain
General - The elevator measures ten feet across by ten feet wide and eight feet high. It reaches the roof at post 9 where fighters may enter the roof.
Weapons - None.
Bonus Effects - Strikers may only affect a fight in an elevator they enter. Ringout rule in effect; falling off roof.
Making his recovery from the lost they suffer from Fracture he wouldn't allow himself to be devour his emotions , instead this current team would be inflicted with their wrath. Entering one of the Elevators , Darious remove his hat as during this brawl it'll only get in the way. Reproach at the moment , the dark priest would be awaiting for his adversity.
Perceiving on the battle records of Mata Leon , that ominous presence was unlocked again as his mentality was in check this time around unlike the previous round. Cracking his fingers he was plainly focus on unleashing his hardships on the opponents. Prepared for he worse , he already was annoyed by the reporters who chased him earlier but considered himself blessed since his first round opponent completely healed him , meaning he couldn't let himself lose in vain since their opponent were still in this tournament.
" Alright you Grappling Homos , which one of you wishes to brawl with the captain of Team Nightmare." ,he announce with a vicious streak running wild right now.
I am Ripper, I am Slasher...
PPPAAAASSSSHHHHAAA!!!
The air locked door obn the roof opened, a shadow filling it. After a moment, the large beast of team nightmare, bent low and stepped out on the roof, holding holding his fractured ribs. Most were mending well, down to hair line fractures,hell his tail had even grown a foot of it's lost self back.
Ken stepped out onto the roof at least 90 feet off the ground. "I hate heights" Ken grumbled as a large gust of wind blew agianst him, but Ken being as strong as he was wasn't much effected by it. He simply pulled his hammer off his back and set it beside him as he would sit down, using the hammer as a crotch to do so, after all he had a little time before anyone else got to the roof, but since he wasn't fighting he figure this was the best place to meet his team mates.
Callista Tenma from Office Building 8th floor Wrote:
......
"ALL MEMBERS OF SLAP-A-HO AND NEPHILIM, PLEASE PROCEED TO THE EIGHTH FLOOR.
ALL MEMBERS OF NIGHTMARE AND MATA LEON, PLEASE PROCEED TO THE BUILDING ELEVATOR AND REMAIN THERE."
A woman's calm and soothing voice repeated the two phrases over and over, echoing over the building's PA system.
"Eighth floor it is, then..." she said, heading straight for the elevator, brushing past the two other teams that would share the building with her as an arena. She nodded politely in greeting to the one member of Nightmare, and smiled at the member of Mata Leon. She hadn't ever met the two before but it seemed like they, and herself, were the only ones who had arrived thus far.
"Good luck with your matches," she would say confidently to the two, as she pushed the elevator button, waiting for it to arrive to the first floor.
Lights!
The makeshift array of bulbs and lamps that the ruined building used for lighting suddenly shut off.
Camera!
Silhouettes of six women become the focal point of every camera in the vicinity. Hidden speakers begin playing his tune.
ACTION!
Two seconds into the track, the lights flare back on and a team of sexy dancers commence their routine. Each one is dressed in what people in the 80s believed to be futuristic clothing. We’re talking epic spandex with polyester shoulder pads and crazy, gelled-up hair! They’re also covered head to toe in silver, metallic body paint.
Step step step slide!
Step step step slide!
The group moves as one, making their way over to one of the elevators. They step to the music, performing old-school robotic-like motions whilst moving into a V formation. About 1 minute into the song they pause, facing away from the elevator with their arms crossed and heads bowed. The lights dim again as the music transitions from the techno-beat to some Japanese woodwind instrument.
Ding.
The elevator doors slide open, spewing out blue tinted smoke. A few seconds later, a cloaked figure comes into view, frozen in the kneeling position.
He rises, and two of the women walk over to him to remove his hood and cape revealing:
EL FANTASMA!
The lights brighten and the techno beat starts up again. This time he joins in with the poppin’ and lockin’. Together, the 7 of them dance towards the center of the lobby. The people attending the event go wild, some of them even dance along! Of course, none of them are as awesome as George.
The music finally dies and the dancers depart, leaving the 5’10 198lbs luchadore with his arms folded and staring down the crowd/cameras. His mask for this evening is a cheesy robot with the ‘>=|’ expression. He wears a black bandana around his right arm, black tights, black ring boots, and black kneepads.
Oh yeah...
he’s ready for this.
Dealing with the sudden entrance of his opponent EL FANTASMA whom was a member of Mata Leon , he was highly pleased that he made his arrival into this area so soon. Assuming he entered the elevator which would slowly begin to close , being settle on approaching the roof their epic battle would be beginning now.
" So luchadore are you prepared to brawl ?"
He smirked as he tossed that hat from his head , removing it from his sight as he was now focus. Deciding on not entering a particular battle stance , Darious Kaiq had his eyes keen like a hawk that channeled that fury which of course would be functioned on his foe. Pondering as the doors were shut , the dark clothed figure would now calmly await for him as he channeled his Sakari Energy upon his Satanic Release forms , sensing the doors were closing now before them.
Sakari Energy 100,000
7 Sins of Hell Active: 20,000 SE points needed to make active
1/17
Yeah, he entered the elevator, but no words came from the luchadore.
The instant they were both inside the elevator, George shot forward. First George's left arm attempts to hook around Darious's left thigh just above the knee as George drops into a kneel (left knee on ground, right foot planted). Next George tugs on the leg hard to throw Darious off balance while he can move in close enough to readjust so both arms are now hooking around Darious's thighs (Same position as before, except left arm around right thigh, and right arm around left thigh). Fantasma he opts not to take it to the ground. intsead, to finish things off, he pushes off his right foot while pulling inward on Darious's thighs in attempt to lift him off the ground.
The last thing that the spectators outside would see before the door closes is Fantasma running while carrying Darious by the legs until they hit the back wall of the elevator.
Going up!
[1 - Let's have some fun!]
Already this adversity was vicious but to the point. Caught off guard from his opponent's movements would surely be impressive. Though this takedown would be struggling while he was preparing himself. Grasping his arms , he would keep a grip while he drove them into the wall. Pain would be inflicted yet there was a tactic he was playing and using his body as bait would make him capable of launching the clever assault he planned.
Darious possessed a metallic automail towards his left arm , yet hidden within the jacket and its sleeves. Inside the arm , he unleashed widen Scimitar blade that appears from the end of the arm to the wrist where its positioned for combat as his automail was quite mysterious in most terms for any foe. Because of the lack of protection he would aim to puncture the arm with the fearsome blade , yet if he move with enough timing a minor cut likely would develop , yet if pierced into the arm his opponent would have that bicep thrusted through to affect his performance.
If successful he would deactivate the blade , then with sudden fury would try to headbutt his opponent's near the center of the face , bruising the skull to make him slightly light headed as he would lean against the wall , chuckling as blood linger on his forehead if the strike was perform.
Sakari Energy 80,000
2/17
The back wall shuttered as their combined weight slammed into it. George did notice that the guy had grabbed onto his arms in defense. That's okay, it was typical reaction.
As for blades coming out of the sleeves-
not so typical.
No worries, though. No sooner had the two gone crashing into the wall, Fantasma followed along as planned. He arched his body into a bridge, negating the headbutt attempt. The end result would be the floor becoming very intimate with Darious's face, courtesy of a suplex.
This did come at a price, though. Darious's blade would land true, peircing into his left arm at the bicep. A muffled grunt emits from beneath the robot mask as Fantasma releases his opponent and returns to his feet.
"You dirty sonuva..."
Something about the man's voice sounded peculiar. Yeah, you couldn't have a robot mask without a robotice voice synthesizer! He sounded straight out of a bad 80s sci-fi movie!
Fantasma clenches the bleeding wound on his left arm, yet kept his eyes on Darious to see what he'd pull next.
Oh, and before we forget: THIS was blaring on the elevator sound system.
[2 - I'm comin' for you!]
He was back and the crowds new it as they lined up to watch the Mata Leon VS Nightmare and already there was news of a scandal and a public threat by Gruul. Gruul had watched the embarrassment that was Fracture Vs Nightmare and more so Vahn Vs Darious, Gruul thought it was pitiful and had threaten to leave the Team if Darious did not redeem himself in this match. Gruul was rocked cocked and ready to sock someone in the face as he boarded a single elevator and waited for someone to dare step on with him. His eyes narrowing as he eyed the space and decide not to use Justice Be Done the ability would ******** him over in this are by killing both fighters for what little knew as energy flowed into his muscles to increase his abilities by 500% it also did the same with his muscle density and thus his weight.
That was all stats though and so for now he would wait till the roof to unleash any moves that caused mass destruction but this much was asured onlookers one thing, he was going head on with the ******** as soon as the doors closed.
Taking the punishment for the damage dealt by his adversity was worth getting some precious blood into his grasp. It was obvious the impact from that and the takedown would make him receive a bruise but toughen out of the situation , revealing his skull tongue piercing in a KISS like style as he rose up.
Man this opponent was truly a pain in the a**. Rising he launch himself up to perform a double leg takedown of his own with destructive intentions with no clear emotions rising from his conscious.Running fiercly with a scary amount of adrenaline pumping , he grasp onto his legs as he decided to add additional pain to the situation.
Unleashing the blade again this time he would try striking the right calf of his opponent which would pierce directly into his tendon.By targeting this section of the anatomy, an injury would ******** over, having the functions for walking , running , and even jumping overall. If this move worked with the right hand that had a hidden objective with another thought.
The Satanic Crosses are the masterpiece weapon in his grasp. Being titanium , colored black , and have the satanic cross shape from the 4 corners releases Kris blades from the 4 corner ,each being used for projectile like boomarang attacks yet from the apparent size if only 1 blade from the north unleashes they appear like Sai since they are about the same size altogether. The number of these Crosses are unknown yet likely limited as they are stored within his jacket. The blades are triggered by the Saraki Energy used to unleash them freely.
Sliding through his sleeves this would be having 2 blades of the crosses from the front activated during it to attempt to pierce into the thign of the opponent.To succeed it he would then taunt his opponent with 1 one his maneuvers which would be painful. Yeah your right it was a....
SPINEBUSTER
After the move if it worked he would back away , grinning at his foe evily.
Sakari Energy 80,000
3/17
Darious charges in for the takedown, and Fantasma makes his move. Seeing how Darious had commited to the tackle, all the luchadore really has to do is go into a sprawl.
Meaning, he kicks his hips and legs back, and out of Darious's reach while placing his weight onto Darious's shoulders/upperback. Coupling this with his opponent's own momentum, George rests his hands onto Darious's shoulders and drives him into the ground headfirst.
But he doesn't stop there.
George leap-frogs to his feet and plants his right leg onto Darious's back between the shoulder blades. (Darious would look like he's praying or something on his hands and knees). Fantasma continues to springboard himself off the man's back-
"Allll riiiiiiiiiiight!"
-catching enough vertical clearance to perform a complete backflip before dropping down into elbowdrop aimed between those same shoulderblades and force him flat on his stomach.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
[3 - WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!]
Blake was patently ignoring the no smoking sign as he lit up a menthol.
Calmly puffing away at it he seemed rather bored and tired. His right hand was feeling a bit twitchy after being stiff for the past few days. Some loon at hit his arm with a hammer and everything was fine after that. Of course that was before the guy slammed him into the ground and jumped on his back and his wounds were gone.
Was all very complexing except that today's paper had mentioned someone's arm being armbared back to health and another drop kicked into the pool. So Blake chose to ignore it and just move on with his life.
Lifting his fedora he scratched his head and impatiently looked at his watch.
If anything this man was brutal and prove he could be dominant within the battlegrounds. This was shocking yet exciting at the same time since that physical side of Darious was like a vicious demon. The thunderous blow indeed was painful was thrilling to him in a sense. Laying on his stomach he would struggle upon rising , clearly showing the damage was being done , yet he could suffer more before ever being KO as an ominous chuckle rose while in this pain.
Sakari Energy 80,000
~[ 1 turns until the 1st Sin is unleashed ] ~
4/17
Fantasma rolls away from the elbow, leaving traces of blood on the ground. Some of it was his, some Darious's. If his opponent thought that George was going to just let the man get back up, he’d be greatly mistaken. Being the first back on his feet, he’d continue to press his initiative.
“Oh it’s time.”
George reaches down, grabbing hold of Darious’s ankles and uses them to flip him over on his back. Afterwards he crosses them right over left and steps between the gap with his own right leg. He locks the crossed ankles beneath his right armpit, rotates his body clockwise while at the same time turning Darious back over onto his belly, thus locking him into-
OH s**t!
SCORPION DEATHLOCK!
He maintains the grip with just his right arm so he doesn’t strain his injured left.
The robotic-masked man glances up at the camera in the upper corner of the elevator. To the viewers, it looked as if George was about to snap the man’s spine in half! In reality, things were much, much different. If Darious were decently limber, he’d feel a mild discomfort at most.
“Psst… hey buddy!”
Fantasma calls out to Darious in a low whisper.
“The people at home are eatting this up! Help me out, here! Pretend that you’re in the worse pain of your life, okay? Then I’ll let you up and you can do something off the wall to get some licks in.”
Was this guy serious?
Yes, yes he was.
The Luchadore squats his body, appearing to make things all the more unpleasant for poor Darious.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
[4 - THE CROWD WANTS MORE!]
Darious typically had a pride that was very darken but for entertaining adversities like him that made it thrilling and unique he would speak to him , quite annoyed as this position was a pain in the a**. Vivacious as this fighter was he would attempt to be positive since his dark nature would be brought back after this bullshit whether risky or not since this was exciting to him.
Yelling in pain in a fake manner he acted like he was being totured to death. Honesty he was close to deciding to kill this b*****d but restrict himself due towards this will be amusing especially as danger would arrive with the first sin active.
This is the first of the Satanism Release known as Levatura state that bestows Darious with the heighten Five classical senses of Sight , Hearing , Taste , Smell , and Touch.Overall this allows him to possess the characteristics of demonic races , being grace with their senses , thus helping him against supernatural foes , yet doesn't make him capable of defending every maneuver. Now as things continued he awaited to see what he pulled next which will end this crap.
Sakari Energy 78,000
5/17
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Fatasma plays into the hold for a few seconds longer when suddenly, he releases the man's ankles. Viewers at home might be confused by the action because it seemed like George just gave up an easy victory. In attempt to put their doubts at ease, George quickly reteats away from the downed Darious and heads to the opposite side of the elevator. Once again gripping the wound of his left arm. The bleeding had stopped for most part, but he still coun't just walk around with that s**t out in the open, he could catch cooties or something.
Fantasma backpedals as he does this so that those blue oculars of his robo-mask remain on the recovering man. Once he reaches the wall, he yanks the bandana from around his right arm and quickly wraps up his left.
"So, what are you waiting for?" George taunts in the robotic voice granted by the mask.
"MWA - MWA!" He pretends to kiss both biceps and performs the "bring it" motion.
"COME GET SUM!"
[5 - You're still alive?]
After being released that pure fury that was bottling up the dark clothed entity would be revealed to his adversity.As he dash with rage built it after the jeering from his wrestling foe , Darious already had heighten senses but would that mean this warrior had the advantage though.
Rushing it he would spring himself from jumping to the wall towards the left and right , then combine that velocity together to bestowed a flying spear into the mask fighter , attempting to dent the steel doors with his body in exchange with a thunderous and high flying maneuver that would be pleasing to the crowd and surprise him.
Sakari Energy 77,700
6/17
"OOF!"
Bodies collide and metal groans.
That would surely result in some very sore ribs in the morning. George couldn't say he was surprised though. Afterall, the told the man to "come get some".
While pinned against the wall, he claspsed both hands above his head and brought them down in a hammer blow aimed at the back of Darious's shoulders.
[6 - Hope you've got your fix!]
Damn even with the physical damage the mask warrior wasn't showing any fatique. Truly George was a worthy opponent in his eyes. Chuckling as this intense battle was happening , Darious Kaiq was a sagacious yet vile opponent for the sake he was known for destructive tactics in every battle. Of course as the crushing was applied to damage his spine further , as he left an opening he indeed followed with a hardcore headbutt to the nose as this strike was being unleashed , purposely using this as a counter and if successful he would back away to distance each other , as he would bust himself open from the pressure of the move , resulting in weakening them both as he left an opening even if he was force to suffer damage which would effect him greatly as more blows were connecting in that region.
Sakari Energy 77,400
7/17
The echo of the crowds could be heard throughout a good portion of the ground floor.As one fight was already underway the remaining fighters were showing up.Korso again was no different however he had taken the time to observe the building.Mainly the ground floor and roof which was the ring along with the elevator which wasn't what he expected.He had thought about messing with the elevators power or even simply sever the cables but it was out of habit and nothing more.Any other though was quickly dismissed before the Chimagin rounded the corner that brounght him into the lobby to join the rest of the fighters...
He was dressed in the same clothing that he wore for Nightmares second round.The Daggertail or what was left of it was wrapped around his left arm and with the silver plating prevented the Blades from ripping through cloth and flesh.Weapons were not an option which wasn't a problem but it also ment that manipulating bones could easily be considered a weapon.So he'd rely on might and Might was what Chimagin of The Red Dragon class had.Before Korso took his place waiting along the wall giving the members of Mata Leon one scan then he relaxed.
Korso flicked his left arm which caused the remaining 9 feet of the Daggertail to uncoil and drop to the floor.Following that he reached across his chest with his left arm and undid the locks holding the leather straps running from the left side which held the vest togather.As hebreathed in and out he lowed himself to the floor to his knees.The Chimagin knew what was the most effective way to handle this fight.Using a great deal of his strength he could turn his flesh to rock which in this case would be slow and after 30 minutes he'd start to lose hold.He knew that he was going to be at a disadvantage.With Rock Flesh he'd need to be close,the enemy needed to be slow, and time was scarce.He estimated if he started to focus and draw his strength now he could last till the roof afterwards If his foe was still standing.Then he'd revert to his current state once he got more ground.Nothing else was of importance as the Chimagin closed his eyes he began to prepare himself...There wasn't much time but he had till his foe took the remaining elevator.
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:Gruul was rocked cocked and ready to sock someone in the face as he boarded a single elevator and waited for someone to dare step on with him. Crawley casually stepped on holding a steel chair in his left hand and had a toothpick in the rightside of his mouth.
"... hey."
He stepped to the left side of Gruul and faced forward at the door while pressing the number of the floor that happened to be at the top of the building.
His hands were somewhat neatly folded over each other in front of his person, with the chair in front of him.
"Been here long?"
-Crack!-
Forehead meets Angry robot mask!
"DAMMIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRAGHGHGHGHGHRGH" The voice synthesizer malfunctions.
A trail of blood runs down the mask and along his neck.
s**t, I just got this nose fixed!
George tears the Robotic mask from his face, revealing yet another mask (The blue one with the red thunderbolts).
He tosses the mask at Darious's face (it's made of recycled soda cans, plastic, and cardboard) and charges towards him with his arms up to guard and palms open.
[7 - Uh... 4 less than 11?]
~{
...a ******** chair...you made me giggle good man now we begin.
}~
Gruul stared with interest at the challenger, rather interested but regardless it allowed him to catch his breath and make himself aware of his actions. His first was to bow to the man before lifting his hands to remove his shirt revealing the many scars and whip marks on his body. The brand on his left peck was of an up side down cross, the one on his right peck was the name of someone he loved, a “Lilly’? He began his ritual by turning away from the man and getting on his knees, his hands resting on his lap as he began to pray in a foreign language before the final parts became English.
“Praise be to you holy Mother and Guide us in our hours of desperation, I won’t fail you Lilly I’ll make you proud I promise.”
As the lean and strong human lifted himself up and turned he nodded to his friend before speaking his final words of the match.
“May the Goddess be with you…”
The speakers of the elevator crackled to the sound of hackers interference.
Setto_Lucid Wrote:Ladies and gentlemen for your viewing entertainment...
You mutha ******** must have forgotten who we be....
Setto's voice began to emit throughout the speakers. His voice carried into the elevators, the offices, the restrooms, all corners of the building with the best hype music for a close quarters fight he could muster.
Crawley's face made a vague expression, probably of disapproval. He was in an elevator with a guy taking his shirt off. He wrestles with shirtless guys all the time but he's never been in a situation where some random dude took his shirt off in a confined and closed off space and there was no one but the two to witness it.
He was creeped out. He didn't even hear what the guy was blabbing about.
There was only one thing to do... cure the awkwardness with conversation.
"So... I'm in this Heaven or Hell tournament thing and I'm supposed to be fighting some guy in an elevator."
He laughed.
"Personally I think it is just the most ridiculous thing ever. I mean .. fight in an elevator? There's no real space to do anything except slug it out! I swear... the things people come up with."
He raised his right hand to cup his chin in a thoughtful pose.
"... I mean it probably violates all kinds of safety, conduct, and wellness laws."
-ONE-
The mask indeed block his sight yet there was something sinister upon Darious with the second sin active within his system. After worrying about that troublesome tactic from George, the priest focus on giving this opponent a large amount of anguish by the time this battle was finished as he possessed numerous techniques that he hasn't fought against just yet.
Darious Kaiq had the 2nd sin active.Representing the second of the Satanism Release state known as Forza , during this form the muscle mass is greatly increased with heighten amount of nutrients within his body and the Sakari energy, resulting in exerting more sheer force within their attack that entersd directly into the status of a Bodybuilder's might , giving him the ability to fiercly give foes a beating.
Chuckling as he grasp the hidden satanic crosses within his sleeves he launch two of them off while he charge , having all 4 blades unleashed while being thrown which certainly will be useful as it targeted the lower section of George. As they would be approaching they missed him barely , yet like boomarangs even in this tighten space would go for the back of the legs silently , attempting to throw him off guard from hearing them slash onto the wall purposely to give the illusion they were on the ground.
:40 Satanic crosses in total , having two launch off , each weighing 1 pound.:
Sakari Energy 72,100
8/17
[ Intercom System ]
The normally joyful, albeit boring elevator music suddenly went to static. Very loud. Very annoying. Static.
And then, in the midst of nothingness, a voice. Clear as a bell.
"BRUTAL!" Nathan Explosion screamed into the intercom system.
What happened to the boring elevator music? Well. To keep things short. Dethklok followed Team Meta Leon to their next match. Everyone from the lobby, to the Com System, was dead.
The DethTheme began to blare through the tiny speaker in the ceiling of that very cramped elevator.
Totally ******** Metal
[ Edit: Setto was among the fallen. ]
"Even more so for a wrestler, your build suggest that you tend to swing chairs and slam people down but in a space like this that is very limited and I have nothing to hit anyone with unless the light fixtures count but that won't do."
Gruul was very calm and noticed the man's akward movements and figured it must be due to the whole him not wearing a shirt thing. He did not really care he always fought with his shirt off it was tribute to the Goddess for his body to be clensed and blessed in battle.
"I must apologize for my ways as strange as they are I am not use to fighting for points I always fought to survive. I joined this tournament to full fill a promise to one very special to me. I am Gruul "Howler" Skanovavich of Team Nightmare."
There were 15…
“That… b*****d”
15 cans gave their lives to create that mask. A sacrifice made in hope of attaining a higher purpose. No more were they simply vessels for some cold beverage! No more were they doomed to spend the rest of their days inside of a trashcan, cooler, or on a grocery store shelf. No more were they mere slaves to the twisted desires of thirsty men. They had been lead out of the 40 degree darkness and into the Promised Land!
El Fantasma was their Sheppard.
5 hours he slaved to create that mask, marrying plastic with aluminum. It was his finest of creations. He knew the moment he placed it over his face that greatness was beyond the horizon. In this mask, none could match him. No one could equal him. For you see, these were no ordinary cans, they had belonged to his father back in the old country. He remembered his father sitting in an old, rickety rocking chair on the front porch, tossing one can after another on the ground. There were literally hundreds of them scattered around. Last month he collected 15, and cherished them deeply.
Now the legacy of his father, his mask, was cast aside like so much garbage. As far as Fantasma was concerned, Darious may as well have headbutted his father! Of course George wouldn’t have cared; his dad was a drunken jerk anyway!
The point is no one touches the mask.
Darious deals the projectile mask, and his heightened senses would be met with George’s right elbow flying at his nose! Yes, the crosses flew past him, and Fantasma didn’t pay much attention to them because they missed. Thanks to the fiery rage he was in, the luchadore put much of his weight behind the attack, leaning into it as he stepped past Darious’s right side. So if Darious were to be hit, he’d be knocked onto his back. Just imagine a closeline, but with the arm bending into an elbow strike.
So, Fantasma lowered his center of gavity to stop himself from running into the wall and/or falling down leaving his a** wide open to the crosses on the rebound-
Literally.
-THUK THUK-
“MI DIOS!!!!”
Fantasma shot upright and immediately grabbed the two crosses imbedded in his a** cheeks.
“AYEEEEE”
[8 - GOOD SHOW, MATE!]
Damn this warrior must of charish that mask like it was a child from the rage that devoured him behind that vicious strike. As he felt that thunderous strike hit him with his wrath behind it he fell to the ground. Rising up quickly Darious Kaiq stayed focus on the objective of making this an epic battle between them , smiling as he was bleeding from the mouth apparently from that maneuver. Of course he now was charging for another vicious takedown with an additional effect forge from it.
Suddenly all 38 Satanic crosses would be unleashed from his energy rapidly , surrounding the shoulders , back , and arms to the side , with the hands gripping them for dagger like brass knuckles. The plan was to spear him and puncture his body while driving his adversity outta the elevator as the doors opened.
: 38 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 72,100
9/17
Crawley continued looking straight ahead as he listened to the guy talk. He tapped the chair into the ground as he listened impatiently.
But then...
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:"I am Gruul "Howler" Skanovavich of Team Nightmare."
That was the name of the guy he was supposed to be fighting!
Crawley cut his eyes to the left and turned to him slowly and growled out in a fierce, manly, but surprised tone.
"SWINDLER!"
The chair jumped up, allowing Crawley a grip at halfway point on its sides and began to step into a ready stance.
"HAAAAAAAA~!"
-TWO-
He was on the rooftop, leaning on some pipe, observing the numbers above the elevator entrance as they shifted to the right.
He wore a black t-shirt, cuz s**t was going to be windy and cold up there.[/i]
George yanks both of the cross from his a** and starts backing away from Darious, towards the door. Each extension of his legs hurt like hell. His foot speed would be slowed some, but the fight had to go on! Fortunately, the crosses hit mainly "meat", so he wouldn't need to worry about bleeding to death.
"Oh man, you're in for it n-"
That's when Darious went all porcupine on him.
"-s**t!"
Darious charges in for a loving, prickley embrace. El Fantasma sees that he has little other option than to:
STOP - George drops the crosses in his hands takes a single step towards Darious to build momentum.
DROP - Next he collapses to the ground, smacking a button on his FIGHTER in the process.
and...
ROLL - Finally he tucks into a roll, striking Darious's legs in attempt to trip him. Now he cuts this s**t pretty close and stray crosses rake along his his back, shoulder, and left arm creating a bloody striped pattern.
-DING-
The doors open, allowing Darious to go flying out. Oh, and he keeps the crosses in his hands, holding them betw
[9 - OH, IT's TIME!]
“Whoa hey calm down man can’t we talk about this, man s**t ITS BERLIN ALL OVER AGAIN!”
Gruul gained a two step distance as he held his hands up calm and ready, willing to defend himself.
{Two}
Mana
3,906/3,906
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:Gruul gained a two step distance as he held his hands up calm and ready, willing to defend himself. Crawley advanced at Gruul and thrusted the chair backrest of the chair across his hip joints to force him to bend forward at a neat little 90 degree angle so his torso and face were looming over the seat of the chair...
THREE
George was clearly a clever warrior upon maneuvering his techniques as he literally flew pass his the door into the roof area where one member of Mata and Nightmare were present. Soaring the priest kept himself composed as he channel the energy to deactivate the crosses before landing so he didn't get pierce with the blades. Landing on his stomach he rose , then of course his bladed appearance would surface again as he awaited for him to make his arrival. Surely he would be aching in pain in his condition , but he suffered alot worse as he was now vigilant again.
" Bring it on ! "
: 38 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 71,300
10/17
Striker- Offensive
His FIGHTER beeped. He had received a messaged from El Fantasma. He knew it was time for an epic attack.
So he moved to the center, few feet apart from the elevator, facing straight at the doors. He took a knee, a ''3 point charge'' stance. Like those Football players or the Track and Field people do. He waited...
-DING!-
Savoki Sanoci Wrote:...he literally flew pass his the door into the roof area where one member of Mata and Nightmare were present. Soaring the priest kept himself composed as he channel the energy to deactivate the crosses before landing...
10/17
Only to meet with his...
BUSAAAAAIIIIKU KNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Oh yeah, its been brought.
Anyways, after landing this epic knee, he would roll sideways back onto his feet, raising his arm and letting out a roar as he walks back to where he stood.
George's FIGHTER Message Wrote:
-beep- NAO!!!!
This was an assault when the comrade of George would appear after his flawed offense , taking advantage of the situation with a brutal strike with the knee to slam against his skull before being tossed to the side away from the elevator. Damn that was a rough landing as he was already busted open but suffered head tranma from that attack. Rising from his position he already had the crosses active once more to keep him a bit protected , yet unlike the previous battles he never suffer such pain nor excitement.
Spitting out blood he was focus on his adversity once again as a wicked grin was painted on his crimson face as his third sin made this deadly for George who was suffering enough at this point with sore ribs , wounded arm and lastly a bloody nose.
The sin Velocita is the third of the Satanism Release state that the satanic minister wielded in his grasp. With rapid reflexes that grasp him with great reaction time against opponents , granting him the ability to move faster ; moving swiftly upon 65 mph max. Rising he would only go into the analysis phrase while giving him the chance to charge as he pace into his direction.
: 38 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 67500
11/17
George turned back towards Darious as he heard the man getting back up.
"Oh?"
George took the time to wipe his nose with the back of his left forearm.
"You want more?" Fantasma asks.
He takes some steps back, moving completely onto the roof area. His motions don't quite possess the spring they once had, a sign that this battle was starting to wear him down. His eyes remain locked on Darious, and his arms are up to guard, although his left was held abit lower than usual.
Then the guy started coming at him, spikes and all. So what does George do? He starts backing away. Darious would obviously catch up to him very quickly, but with all the cuts he'd recieved from those things before, he didn't want to risk running into them.
[11 - Who'll fall to hell? Who'll rise to heaven?]
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********, my bad here try this.
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"Get that thing away from me!"
Gruul was not the one who liked to have chairs pushed him into him and so to respond his hands that where already down grasped the chair as it was coming to him and lifted up, at the same time he stepped back one more with his right leg and leaned back, allowing the chair to flow nicely up and away. In effect he was all raise his left knee and snap the leg out, the bottom of his foot seeking to front section the man had been targeting on him. Waist line or so about mid center of the body would do nicely for him.
{Three}
Mana
3,906/3,906
Of course he wouldn't let up on the chance to unleash something hazardous upon George. This was already a brutal battle between these veteran warriors who were fighting in Heaven or Hell. He truly refused to be taken out in this fashion. Yelling within a battle cry he would be charging quicker than a human , moving himself in a zig zag pattern before going for a powerful left jab into the face of the opponent , if he remembered the strength boost this would be a dangerous strike if connecting , plus the blades lingering about.
:38 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 66,200
12/17
Blake was waiting on the ground floor, eventually an elevator would open up. There was no way he was stepping into the third one.
Now if only the Croc man would get his a** into the lobby so they could be ready.
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:In effect he was all raise his left knee and snap the leg out, the bottom of his foot seeking to front section the man had been targeting on him. Waist line or so about mid center of the body would do nicely for him. Crawley stepped back, dropping the deflected chair down with him in an awesome defensive tactic. When Gruul's foot came forward, Crawley had the chair in place so that his foot would go straight through the back of the chair, into the seat, as it was placed on the ground in sitting position.
"Why don't you have a seat?"
He his first step was a quick one onto the seat beside Gruul's with his right foot.
-Followed by Crawley launching off the seat at Gruul's head, bringing both of his knees up to smash into the guy's head area to send him stumbling back.
Probably to the floor with his foot stuck in the seat of a chair.
-FOUR-
Fantasma's eyes widen.
He jukes to the left, his body pivoting on ball of his left foot as he takes a step back with his right.
SHRING!
George was able to avoid the punch and the spikes Darious held in his hand. It was the crosses on his arm that proved difficult. A thin red line cascades across George's left cheek, cutting through the mask and drawing more blood as it sent small droplets into the air.
However, while this was happening, George's own left arm hooked beneath Darious's punch, aiming to strike the man where he assumed his kidneys would be. Was this a dirty blow? Probably, but he was fighting a ********’ blender, here!
[12 - Uh...I hate Elves?]
Offensive
Striker
I am Ripper, I am Slasher...
As the punch would land on D. Ken would step in. He had been standing on the side lines and now was the perfect time to strike.
Ken would step in on Dash's left side His tail aiming to wrap around Dash's outstretched arm, Ken's left arm aiming for the elbow, and right aimed for the left shoulder.
Should the three blows land Ken's right hand would grap down hard, driving his claws into the shoulder. His tail and left arm would start to pull toward the left, the right arm pulling the other way.
Ken was aiming to rip off Dash's left arm, even if it was only at the elbow, anything would be effective.
Nightmare's fearsome behemoth Ken would be making his entrance upon damaging his adversity. No matter the situation the blow didn't succeed all the way , yet now he had enough timing to perform something ominous and threatening to his opponent from 3 feet away within this distance. Backing away he was gripping onto two satanic crosses with each hand.
Smiling as he was leanning back as he thrown them with only one blade like throwing knives , the intentions he plotted would be hazardous if connecting.Launch them with much accurately and that sinew strength combine , resulting in moving quicker than an arrow being projectile at an opponent , while having the calibur like a missile to pierce through armor , the impact behind it could likely go through into the flesh quickly , while forging damage with it at 3 feet that was literally at point blank to make it difficult to protect his legs from getting pierce into the tendons. He was a brutal warrior but it was known since the first round. Backing away he chuckled. Question was now which he valued more an arm or legs if he could counter.
Sakari Energy 64,000
13/17
Fantasma's eyes widen again as something grabs him on the shoulder and a tail wraps around his arm.
Ken pulls, and what follows is a loud –
POP!
George wasn’t anchored to the ground by anything, so it would be pretty hard for his arm to be ripped off. The strong tug did force George to the side though and result in dislocating his shoulder.
That’s when the Adrenaline induced Rage kicked in.
That ********>
Fantasma immediately rotates counterclockwise towards his new attacker, an action fueled in part by the sudden tug provided by Ken. Fantasma continues to pivot on his left foot until he can wrap his right arm around Ken’s body and shoot it under the left armpit. Once this happens, he steps in and juts out his hips into the lizard-thing’s mid-section and transitions into a:
Yeah, he knew the lizard thing was pretty damn big, but he’d mainly use leverage and momentum to perform the throw. No lifting required.
Meanwhile, if Darious still wanted to throw his crosses, team Nightmare would be about to find themselves in a serious “Friendly Fire” incident.
All in all, the striker had performed what it set out to do. Fantasma would have to make do without his left arm.
[13 - NOW THAT WAS MEAN!]
I am Ripper, I am Slasher...
Ken would land with a roll, taking a cross to the right shoulder and the left hip.
Thud.
After ken's landing he would stand, brushing his sides off, and slunk back off to his corner, were he would sit and watch the fight some more, the wounds minor at best, barely pricing through his scales.
Darious assumed this tactic would work but the results were alright none the less. Deactivating the blades with the Sakari Energy that roam within his body. This was exciting to him and the urge to continuing this brawl only grew as he perform the exact maneuver again with another 4 crosses but with all 4 blades active. Striking from the back and front the destruction of that missile like thrown would have a smoke developed from the debris in the territory.
Using it to blinding and reducting Oxygen to his foe George , he would now begin the process by launching 4 more in numerous locations with rapid reflexes to confuse where he was , cancal out his footwork , and literally drowning the environment around them in more debris from the grounds which left marks , yet didn't put huge holes into the arena surprisely as unknown to him he spaced apart 5 feet apart within 1 of the edges to be position there to center him out , while devoured in the mist of debris.
Additionally the fourth sin was now rising for him.The fourth ability of the Satanism Release known as Caporale makes him capable of withstanding more damage than a human could at this stage , yet the only improvements forge within this ability is reducing damage from bladed weapon , resulting in not easily puncturing the user.
To make things worse because he could activate the crosses blade he had a proper idea of where they were located.Tossing 6 around this time to finish off this tactical plan , Darious Kaiq would logically have them bouncing off the center of the metal of the impaled crosses on the ground , echoing the sounds of metal as these shuriken like crosses would be striking against the square formation , then launch into his direction each one differing as the first two were near the shoulder section , next two within the knee region , and lastly two that would collide into an x formation for a vicious slash to the back. Because of the sounds and debris covering the perimeter , he ponder how George would fair since he was reducing his bladed protect form.
:20 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 60,600
14/17
Having tossed the Lizard thing, George brutally shoves his own shoulder back into place.
He winces at the pain spike, but he'll live. Minus one arm, but he'll still live.
Dammit.
The luchadore looks up and sees Darious start to toss some more of those cross things. He notices the first two hit the ground, and the second 2 blow past him.
Now, the last time he ignored those things flying around him, it literally came back to bite him in the a**.
So, as the smoke and debris started to rise, he knew what he had to do:
RUN LIKE HELL!
"****** this st!"
George shot off as best he could, making a run for the elevator. Problem was, it was closed. So he'd start mashing the call button.
"OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!"
He was going to kick Crawley in the groin if he lived to see him again.
[14 - OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!]
This man was now suffering , this warrior was extremely odd but humorous altogether. As his daring foe would begin the process of escaping , Darious as the p***k he was known to be near the presence of others would enjoy this. As the elevator doors to the elevator were opening from George's excessive amount of buttom mashing , he swinged his arm shooting out two Satanic crosses within 1 blade to move like a missile , as it was signal to open , the blades enter through the the upper part of the doors , slicing the cord and send the elevator crashing down before his very eyes. Chuckling he watch how he was prolonging his defeat as he stared at him evily.
" So where are you gonna run to now Luchadore ? " ,he laugh madly as now this would finally become the final stand between them , prepare to unleash hell on him.
:18 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 58,700
15/17
"OHSHITOHSHIT-"
-DING-
"SALVATION!" The elevator door finally opens.
CREEEEEEEEAKKKKKKKK- CLANG!
And there it goes.
George just stood there, his jaw hanging open as his only means of escape went plummeting 10 stories below, past the ground floor and crashing into the EMPTY basement. No spectators would be harmed, but it did make one hell of a BOOM.
"...."
Well, with nowhere to go, he figured he may as well go down fighting. Fantasma turned towards the laughing Darious and started him down for a couple seconds.
"******** it."
Onwards he charged! Blades or not, this s**t was ending now.
[15 - BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE USE AFROSHEEN!]
The only thoughts traveling through his subconscious was likely what happened to the mighty wrestler he was facing from before . Did Darious Kaiq finally show him enough lethal offenses to realize how brutal and heartless he was on the battlegrounds or was the bloodlost affecting his mentality.
Watching George snap and charging into his path , Darious the sinister priest would then in a frightening fury would slide 3 crosses between his fingers , throwing them , then continuing with the remaining satanic crosses in shuriken like form , launching forward yet lacked as much strength from rapidly using them without pausing at all. Chuckling as this was exciting and made him vivacious as well , the dark clothed warrior would test how he'll fair as they went like a horge of bees into him.
0 satanic crosses active
Sakari Energy 56,800
16/17
Competitors were not allowed to godmod spectators and regular workers in the building. But that didnt matter, not like the judges were waiting on ground floor anyway in case something retarded like that happened; they were on the roof, watching the fight, y'know, in a place to do their job.
Heavy collateral damage. Didnt matter if there were people there or not, but the potential of spectator death and injury was punishable.
Quote:
o A red flag, usually accompanied by a white flag if the contestant had caused the incident by recklessness rather than by mistake.
"Darious Kaiq, red flag."
OH snap!
A random spectator watching the battle cringed.
"Jesus, that gay ***** priest guy just got bitchslapped by a judge" he said.
"Shut da ******** up mang" A guy near him shouted. "I'm watching Mata Leon here! CHESTOOOH!"
George takes a few of the corsses like a trooper, some sinking into his shoulders, chest, arms, and a couple in his legs!
Yeah, it hurt like ********' hell, but he had to go on! He had to continue.
"DAMMIT CRAWLEY!"
The luchadore would growl between his clenched teeth.
"I"M GOING TO KICK YOUR a**-"
-WHAM!-
Bodies collided once more as a bleeding Fantasma tackled his opponent and wrapped his arms around Darious's waist. He was using up the last of his Adrenaline to keep going. He had what? 5 maybe 10 seconds? That's okay, it would be all he needed to reach the edge of the roof, and send them both over the side of the roof.
"FOR GETTING ME INTO THI~S"
[16 - SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-]
Deactivating the sins it was pointless as his opponent would be charging into his direction. George would perform a threatening tackle which obviously took the last amount of energy this wrestler could wield. As they would be falling off the edge , he grasp onto his head read to DDT him with himself off the roof to prove a point before both of them wouldn't be seen for the rest of the round or perhaps Heaven or Hell 08. Chuckling as this was the end , the priest would be gazing at his adversity as they met their fall to this epic matchup.
17/17
Fantasma found himself on the recieving end of one hell of a DDT.
As they plummeted 9 stories, George's life flashed before his eyes. Unfortunately, his life was guaged by lucha masks. So, he'd just recall the many many lucha masks he'd worn over the years.
ESPECIALLY the late robo-mask. Fantasma would call out in their memory:
"CHESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!"
Of course the both of them wouldn't just fall to their deaths, there was a nice dumpster right below them, filled with trashbags just aching to break their fall (amongst other things).
-WHUMP!-
The two of them landed inside.
-WHAM!!!-
The lid slammed closed over them. An epic end, to an epic battle!
[17 - CHESTOH?]
Kraun Wrote:Competitors were not allowed to godmod spectators and regular workers in the building. But that didnt matter, not like the judges were waiting on ground floor anyway in case something retarded like that happened; they were on the roof, watching the fight, y'know, in a place to do their job.
Heavy collateral damage. Didnt matter if there were people there or not, but the potential of spectator death and injury was punishable.
Quote:
o A red flag, usually accompanied by a white flag if the contestant had caused the incident by recklessness rather than by mistake.
"Darious Kaiq, red flag."
And yet there he was.
His arms folded as he stood right outside the elevator.
During the course of HoH '08 Judges had stepped through time. Judges had halted attacks before they even began, judges had magically destroyed limbs and instantly repaired them with yellow or red bandages accordingly. "Didn't see it" is no excuse since for the purposes of HoH Judges are omniscient. There eyes everywhere. Including the dingy, dank, bottom floors of a derelict building that should have no intellegent people.
The explosion that followed was a beautiful as it was dangerous. The elevator door soared off toward the armored man just barely whizzing past him like thousands of peices of wreckage that clinged off his black armor.
When the dust cleared, the armored figure was seen leaning forward slightly both hands extended out to either side as he called out.
Safe!
And away the red went.
((Appeal made. Votes cast. Judgment applied above.))
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How do you bring a chair down that fast after I pushed it up and strike under it in a flowing motion, pretty much I defended and attacked almost at the same time about a .4 second difference? I am seeing time constraining the move but I won’t make a fuss over it.
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Gruul had his foot stuck in a chair, what the ****** was this st? Now he was simply annoyed and decided to get rid of the damn chair before his memories reminded him more of that Bar fight in Berlin. Gruul would bend his knees and wait for Crawley to move and just as the man leaped off the chair for the double knees Gruul would bring his right foot towards him and jump. The chair being dragged with his foot and snapping under him thus sending it flying up against the back of the elevator. Now being airborne switched the target of the knees from his head to his chest but since his arms had been at eye level the whole time the two knees slammed right into his forearms and sent him stumbling back down right into the chair where he landed sitting comfortably and smiling.
It was rather impressive timing to slip the chair under him and at the same time jump and block and use the attack to gain some distance from his foe.
"Why thank you I think I will?"
He was not all too much for sitting down and no sooner had he put his a** in the seat was he back up on his feet with Crawley in front of him, the chair behind him and the wall behind that. His hands flattening as he breathed deep and once more.....waited.....calm as a sunny ocean day.
{Four}
Mana
3,906/3,906
Crawley began to cautiously creep up to the Gruul. As he did, he slowly extended an open hand with the fingers spread at his opponent. A wrestling maneuver...
... also crazy on Crawley's part ... look at the size of that clownshoe.
The test of strength. Where two persons go mano a mano to establish who is the stronger of the two by seeing who could control the wrists and inflict pain on the other once fingers locked with both hands.
Of course.. for now only one hand was out there just in case Gruul tried something dirty.
-FIVE-
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Be clear by telling me which hand right or left, for now I will assume your left is reaching out.
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"Not a wrestler mate sorry."
A test of pain.....Gruul...knew all about pain.....all too well....
As Crawely crept forward Gruul responded with a snapping of his hand, his lighting fast reflexes shooting into action as his right hand snapped out to meet Crawely's but not the way it was suppose to, his hand swept outward, grasping Crawely under side wrist and pulled the arm down and towards Gruul, twisting it slightly so that Crawely's hand would be waist level with the palm facing up and hopefully the elbow locked.
Just as the hand was pulled down and twisted slightly Gruul shot his right leg out and swept it for a snapping kick to Crawely's left knee, a joint strike with effective damage and a lot of power. His left leg staying ready to move him and his left hand ready for Crawely's other free hand. Other then that his move was simple, a side strike to the knee to possibly disable it. Gruul was ready.....
{Five}
Mana
3,906/3,906
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:A test of pain.....Gruul...knew all about pain.....all too well....
As Crawely crept forward Gruul responded with a snapping of his hand, his lighting fast reflexes shooting into action as his right hand snapped out to meet Crawely's.. Crawley flicked his wrist downward and lightly smacked away Gruul's hand. Then his hand -bounced- off his opponent's and darted up to slap him across the face.
Why for?
-How dare he refuse the true test of a man's strength?
Crawley walked foward with no fear, and stared at him. He was ready for whatever the guy was gonna do next. And if Gruul couldn't decide, he'd be forced to deal with a right forearm careening across the left side of his face as if it was a elbow shot.
-SIX-
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Hold on, regardless if I get a hold of your wrist my kick is still in motion, part of the moves flaw, you are saying you smack away my wrist and then step forward, that means you put yourself right in the path of my kick?
You defend an attack by attacking? Ok I will role-play it like this and see what happens? Unless the HoH Judge says otherwise I am pretty sure my kick hits since he posted no defense to it?
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Gruul was a tad confused for his hand had been slapped away but the man seem oblivious to kick and thus Gruul felt the impact as his right shin slammed into Crawely's left knee hard, but he also had a problem. He self congratulated himself on the hit but now he had a forarm going to the left side of his face and it was not slowing down. He acted fast and reflexes took over as he threw his left arm up infront of his face as a last second defense. He had not moved his left arm from its defensive postion so it worked nicely but due to balancing on One leg from his kick he stumbled back a step. Gruul had landed a nice kick to the knee most likely doing some joint damage and in return recieved a bruise on his left forarm.
He was not going to stand around though and wait for Crawely to recover himself, instead Gruul moved right back in, moving to his right and staying out on Crawely's left side and started to circle him rapidly. His right hand thrusting out a rapid jab to the left side of Crawely's head and more importantly he was aiming for the ear and if Gruul was right Crawely would still be recovering from his Kick and thus had a weak defense for a brief period, if not it was not a problem he would just keep hounding Crawely till he broke every bone in the wrestler's body.
{Six}
Mana
3,906/3,906
Korso openned his eyes and turned towards the crowd outside. Someone had a radio which mentioned the end to Kaiq's fight. If he used the Rock Flesh, then he'd run the risk of a penalty.
The chimagin remained still for a few moments then rose to his feet. The long coat slid from his shoulders to the floor. Finally he made his way into the third elevator buckling the vest. With the flag call, Korso felt he should reframe from using his Rock Flesh. If the rest of his team could do without, then so would would he. Once he stepped into the elevator he moved to left to await his opponate.
Crawley received a kick. To the side of the knee. Ow.
But we're talking about strong, athletic persons competing. And this wasn't one of those one in a million shots that cripple the other guy because it was done so expertly. Crawley got hit.
Back to business.
As Gruul tried to circle his right, Crawley stepped even closer into him. This here would be one of those karate comp. acts ensuing. Crawley unloaded on Gruul by showering his midsection with hand strikes.
Then came that jab. Which popped Crawley.
Only problem was.
It was a jab.
And it only made him more intense.
And following the jab back in just after he was hit, Crawley cut his left elbow in to the right to collide with Gruul's ribs.
-- Gruul wanted to duke it out. Crawley was happy to oblige. Because for every jab he threw at close range, Crawley intended to make him deal with the same elbow smashing into his ribs directly afterwards.
And after every jab he ate for the fight.
His smile got wider.
-SEVEN-
Now a real problem had risen...Gruul was having a good time!
The smile on his face was almost stretching from ear to ear as he slapped away punch after punch, his body moving rapid as he ducted and blocked and got his Jab in there, but now an elbow strike was a hard hit.
Gruul sparked an idea as he packed his right side in taking the elbow to his tightly packed right arm. His hand tightening as his fist formed and now was time to perform some real combos!
Gruul was moving as fast as he could and the moment he dug his heels in and the impact of the elbow hit his arm he moved with everything he had! His arm had packed close into the body and he kept his left arm up for defense as well but the moment the elbow impacted Gruul responded by driving his right arm out! It was like Crawely had hit a button and the moment the elbow hit Gruul's right arm un-winded and drove straight forward past the elbow and aimed right for Crawely's nose with destructive drive and speed. Now since the left arm had been used for the elbow it meant that Gruul had a chance of pulling this close quarter move off. However Gruul was not done he was going to try for the Breaker Combo!
(Only if the above works.)
The passion driven Gruul would perform his first part of the move and as soon as his tightly packed punch landed it followed up with an unwind reaction. gruul had leaned slightly forward and bent his knees to perform the driving punch, upon impact he would unwind by leaning back and pushing off with his lead left leg, his right knee soaring up and going right for the same target! A Driver Punch Flying Knee combo to shatter Crawely's noise and send him right back on his a! He moed fluently, and in rapid snapping motions and if all wen had Crawely would land on his a with no clue as to what the ******** just happened.
Gruul was mving with fierce dertmintation and attacking back with the heart of a Lion because truth be told...Gruul wanted this...
"Yeah baby come on!"
Mana
3,906/3,906
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:It was like Crawely had hit a button and the moment the elbow hit Gruul's right arm un-winded and drove straight forward past the elbow and aimed right for Crawely's nose with destructive drive and speed. Crawley's right leg went back somewhat deep and his body leaned back. His head was whipped around back to his right. Crawley's hands were balled tightly into fists and somewhat spread.
His eyes dulled. Losing that glow of consciousness. Of course this is all because he had just lost consciousness. But his body froze in place as he stood there like a leaning tower.
-- If only his feet weren't holding him up...
--- And if this wasn't the thousandth time this had happened...
---- But you have to understand...
In PRO-WRESTLING, the show must go on.
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:A Driver Punch Flying Knee combo to shatter Crawely's noise and send him right back on his a**! He moed fluently The driver punch. Crawley took it right in the face. Or at least.. it looked like he did. It touched and pressed his face, but Big Daddy C took himself with the blow, rendering it useless. The end of the miracle was coming, his arms wavered up past Gruul's neck.
To further illustrated his point Crawley stuck out his tongue, came off the ground, locked his hands behind Gruul's neck. Placed his knees against the corresponding rib cages of his opponent.
Gravity took its course. Crawley was set to crash on his back. And impact would impact and sudden explosive pressure would be placed on the ribs, affecting the lungs, and causing more than just discomfort. And Gruul could enjoy a nice spread position beside Crawley.
Rest.
LUNG BLOWER
-EIGHT-
Gruul slowed his breathing down and relaxed, his tranquil mind would spare him most of the blow by a simple process. Gruul had trained highly in breathing techniques and recognized the move so as soon as they fell Gruul exhaled and the preassure from the impact simply rocked him but did not knock the wind out of him. By breathing out as preassure fell on his lungs cause only discomfort and bruises on his body, something he could easly get over.
He acted fast and spared no time to give Crawely a chance to catch his own breath. First Gruul was laying ontop of Crawely's knee on impact so to maintain balance his left and right legs sprawled out behind him. His right hand would reach down and grasp Crawely's throat and tighten as his left hand drove straight down! He would attempt to drive his left fist through Crawely's face and into the floor below if he could. Simple effective and with Crawely on his back and holding the back of Gruul's head things looked grim but Gruul knew better then to assume.
{Eight}
Mana
3,906/3,906
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:His right hand would reach down and grasp Crawely's throat and tighten as his left hand drove straight down! ....
Crawley grabbed Gruul's right wrist with his right hand. Wrapped his left arm around the forearm.
-- Took the punch btw. Yeah thx. Ow.
And then he swiveled his hips out. Kicked his left leg up and over and extended his body and his hips into the back of Gruul's right elbow joint. Of course his hips were pushing Gruul back and the armbar would probably take the finished position where they were both face down.
It should be noted.. that in this position. Crawley could see the door just fine.
Coincidentally.. but.. somebody would have to save the guy.
-NINE-
The elevator doors slid shut before it began its ascention. The Chimagin had waited long enough, and now would try the roof. If the fighter in the lobby wasn't their third for the match, that only meant the offensive striker. Which if he heard from the radio in the crowd was indeed on the roof...
The agrovation Korso felt would be gone before the lift reached its destination. Last he hear Gruul was still on his way up, if his foe lasted then perhaps he could beat him. Without having a fight or struggle partake, then the third elevator could be faster. All Korso focused on was the floor count...
Edited to make the fight start faster.
KorsoVonPrios Wrote:The elevator doors slid shut--
Not if Fox allowed it.
He had managed to slip his right toes just in time, stopping the doors from shutting. The doors would automatically slide open again, allowing Fox to jump/step/walk in with a sharp straight left punch aimed at Korso's face.
*Not Fox and Korso, but this is exactly what Fox wants to do to Korso's face.
Why did he use his foot to stop the door from shutting? Easy:
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Also, He was still wearing the black t-shirt, with the words 'KTFO' in red, bold and italic font too. Not that it matters, but...
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Mr. Crawley Wrote:
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:His right hand would reach down and grasp Crawely's throat and tighten as his left hand drove straight down! ....
Crawley grabbed Gruul's right wrist with his right hand. Wrapped his left arm around the forearm.
-- Took the punch btw. Yeah thx. Ow.
And then he swiveled his hips out. Kicked his left leg up and over and extended his body and his hips into the back of Gruul's right elbow joint. Of course his hips were pushing Gruul back and the armbar would probably take the finished position where they were both face down.
It should be noted.. that in this position. Crawley could see the door just fine.
Coincidentally.. but.. somebody would have to save the guy.
-NINE-
It was time to end this....
Gruul acted fast after landing his punch and he recognized the arm bar right away and shifted his body to counter. He would not allow Crawely to get out from under him and so as soon as Crawely started to shift Gruul pulled with his right arm and pushed with his leg to shift his body weight and move it right onto Crawely’s chest. His knees touching ground as he pulled them in tight to Crawely’s body stopping Crawely from shifting out to either side or from flipping Gruul over to any side. As he did this Crawely would note that the pressure around his neck increased rapidly and what was once a simple choke hold was now like a steel vice grip. There was no time or explanation only the moment of about 1.2 seconds of the entire move as Gruul finished it off by slamming his left fist down again right at Crawely’s exposed head, his fist aiming for between the eyes right on the forehead for a out cold Knock Out Blow! As for Crawely, well if things worked for Gruul poor Crawely would only feel the stinging pain of what felt like an iron bar hitting his head and the cold emptiness of a black out.
Iron Fist
1/2
Mana
3,734/3,906
Iron Fist: ( MC: 176) The attack is simple, using the hands as a host energy is formed around and inside the hand for a brief period of time (2 Posts) to make the hand as hard as Gun Steel.
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I think Tonight is it and I don;t think we will get to finish so yeah I decided to go for it.
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Blake had ended up walking all the way up to the roof via the stair well, and ******** was he bored and looking for a little fun.
On the roof he had pulled his trusted side arm free and hefted its mass in his right hand. The other was occupied with discarding a burnt out cigarette.
Then the elevator gave a shudder as it locked in position for its final stop. Before the doors opened Blake pressed the button upon his FIGHTER that signalled he was going to do a striker.
So as the doors opened wide enough Blake was lunging into the confines of the elevator, only taking a glance to see that Crawley was being silly and not fighting as he should.
Now Gruul was busy with whatever he was attempting to do with Crawley and while he might see Blake charging in he'd have to re-evaluate what he was going to do because surprise, surprise Blake was swinging the his right hand in a massive strike that would land the butt of his colt M1911A2 in Gruul's face.
Of course Blake was a thug, and a pretty damn good one at that, so he didn't just swing once. He went into a flurry of blows that would beat his weapon against Gruul, even if he had to lean over Crawley to do so.
This couldn't last long though for time was an issue and Blake would kick off in a backwards leap to exit the elevator before his time ran out. Even still within that short span of a few seconds he should have been able to get a number of good hits in, and if not provide Crawley enough time to stop messing around.
-- Oh right... that IRON PUNCH
Well it hit. And it smashed Crawley's face. Icepack please. But to be technical about it. With Crawley's hips extending and his legs pushing into Gruul's chest.. there wasn't as much weight to it.
"I COULD'VE DONE IT MYSELF, a*****e."
This was to Blake no doubt.
But with numerous crisis averted, Crawley kept his armbar. It was in a different position than what was desired but he didn't need to be laying in order to perform it. Funny how attention to detail ends up being worthless like that.
So he'd simply be performing it with Gruul before & during the beatdown.
As far as after the beat down. That full face down extension that Crawley initially wanted would probably be happening now.
-- 2 of 3 posts for armbar effect case.
-TEN-
Gruul was now....pissed!
His hands where still hard as Iron and his vice like grip had been strangling Crawely for some time, how much longer could the man go with out air? However the whole beat down in the face by some random blunt object was not exactly helping gruuls' mood along. His eye was sore as ******** and his nose was bleeding and running the blood all down onto Crawely's face, nasty. This whole being in an arm bar was starting to annoy him and though it was a weak arm bar from the position he would break out of it and at the same time do some serious damage!
Crawely would only feel (if he can) a massive spike of energy as gruul punched once more, his face bleeding and bruised from the beat down but he refused to give up and give in! He thrust his fist down again at Crawly’s face but if impacted this time the results would be much more...explosive....
Crawely would feel the normal immense stun of being punched with a hand as ard as steel followed by a massive eruption of energy that blasted into his face! The heat was immense and blistering, scorching the ground below and whatever it touched as the explosion from High Hope would not only do a hell of a number on Crawely's face but his chest, and arms that where also in the blast zone...as well as Gruul.
If it worked Gruul would be sent hurling back out of the elevator and onto the rooftop for the shock wave of the explosion was equal to a grenade not only blasting Crawely to oblivion and putting him down for the count but also flinging Gruul like a rag doll out of the elevator and most likely out of Crawely's grip.
Iron Fist Complete
2/2
Mana
3127/3,409
High Hope: (MC 607) Energy forms up in a single arm and upon psychical impact the energy erupts outward like a tidal wave to blast the target back or obliterate a wall or something of that nature.
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If that does not give me the KO then ******** it, whatever.
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Nihilistic_Impact Wrote:Of course Blake was a thug, and a pretty damn good one at that, so he didn't just swing once. He went into a flurry of blows that would beat his weapon against Gruul, even if he had to lean over Crawley to do so.
Lord SabaDrith JhadOrga Wrote:However the whole beat down in the face by some random blunt object was not exactly helping gruuls' mood along. Man that BLAKE.
Such a WEAK GUY THAT BLAKE. Maybe he should go to Leviathan Stadium.. and get buff.
After hitting Gruul multiple times in the face with a gun. Pistol whipping the guy. Gruul was still in the exact same position he was in before it! He didn't budge! GET THAT GUY SOME WEIGHTS!
Apparently Crawley's his hips weren't extending enough. Y'know.. to minimize the choke and all. So, something new came along. As Gruul reared his hand for his supposed KO punch. Crawley's left knee slide down Gruul's arm closer to Crawley's head.
Punch was about to fly'. Who would make it to the target first?!
Heel of boot thrusted up at the underside of Gruul's chin for a kick. But with the kick would be a neatly set push to force Gruul's head & neck back and as a result.. force him to make his body stop exerting forward pressure. That means that choke is mos def gone.
The two movements went by eachother. Simultaneous motion here.
"THIS IS MY STORY"
But when it was all said and done the punch would end at the very tip of Crawley's nose. Just giving it a light kiss...
.. While the force from the punch rushed at him shook up his face with that weird thing that happens with people's faces when they're in some kind of device that propels them forward really fast. The waves in his cheeks and skin.
And the dent in the floor behind his head.
But he just reminded the guy before giving a good jerk n' thrust at that elbow joint...
"I'M THE HERO, DAMNIT!"
-ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS... ELEVEN?-
OH s**t
it's a
Offensive
Striker
I am Ripper, I am Slasher...
Just then the largest man in this fight would run into the elevator.
Ken's left foot would lift off the ground, move over Crawly's face then come down, and not just once, but more like 5 times, each blow only taking milliseconds, but slamming down with all 400 lbs of Ken's weight.
Ken would look up his right hand coming up in a thumbs up, then he would run out of the elevator now that Crawly's curb stomping was over.
Gruul watched with an almost sick grin as his right hand man came in and did the pleasures for him. Crawely had been so focused on Gruul that he had possibly not noticed the giant lizard, could it be Crawely was mistaken?
We all make mistakes...like this one!
Crawely had also been bent on the arm bar and that maybe perhaps that he did not notice a small tiny error with his move...it could not work? Not only was the angle messed up but Gruul had spent the last 2 minutes or so choking the man with his right hand tightly gribbed around Crawely's neck, in his odd postion this meant that his palm was facing down, thus his arm followed suit and when Crawely thrusted into the joint he simply made the joint bend the proper way. Gruul simply turned his right hand counter clockwise sinc he no longer had a hold on the neck, thus turning his elbow to face up so when the hips thrusted into it the joint simply bended the way it was suppose to. Since he had pushed Gruul away with his leg they were both really stretching from each other now, so Gruul did not fight that flow.
After the Offensive Striker Gruul turned his hand and broke contact, using his other hand to remove Crawely's hold by any means and using his almost up right postion now would force himself away from crawely and out of the damn enclosed space.
The chimagin turned away from the floor count. It didn't take long to figure out what was happening. Even if he was caught off guard, he was lucky enough to have time to counter. Also considering elevator doors are notoriously slow.
The first thing the chimagin did was instinctively try to lean to the right. By doing this he could position himself to Fox's left. This would be unguarded, leaving the left reasonable open.
Following closely behind the first action came the block. Korso’s left arm snapped upwards following a straight path. The fist rose up the center of the chest till it was shoulder height. His fist rolled so that the while forearm twisted as it passed the shoulders. Finally he slanting the forearm, angled from elbow across to the right. With the left fist rising to cover the right (some 4 inches in front of the face) inevitably intercepting Fox’s fist.
Korso’s reaction wasn’t perfect; due to surprise it was sloppy. Yet the chimagin began to follow with a counter attack. Moving to the right gave him a chance to avoid the blow and return with one. Knowing that he was at a disadvantage in such a tight area, there would be no second chances. Korso would have to make every opening count, if he had any hope of over coming Fox. The best target presenting its self is the left kidney. A powerful blow to the kidneys can induce shock and can possibly cause internal injury to these organs. Korso extended his right fist, powered with all the force he could muster given the occasion. The chimagin attempted to land a decent kidney punch which could fall short given his position. Instead of striking more from the rear, Korso settled for a less effective frontal kidney punch.
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Fast Forward>>
When his punch was blocked, he pulled it back quickly. No reason to leave the arm out in the air right? So when his arm pulled back, Korso would be throwing that liver shot. This meant his elbow would partially meet with Korso's fist. It would look like a parry but it wasn't. What really mattered to him was guarding against that punch. Parry or not, his elbow/arm would be in the way, curled, protecting that side of the body. His forearm arm was facing up, so his left hand would be placed beside the left side of his face, for protection, in case that punch was aimed at the face, because Fox didn't know what kind of punch it was. He just knew that a punch was coming towards his left side.
Anyways, after guarding from that punch, he snaps a jab, with the left fist of course, at Korso's exposed face, followed by a right straight punch. His body had pivoted/turned to Korso's direction at the same time he threw the straight right punch (simultaneously), using the boxing mechanics behind it and all.
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The kidney punch getting blocked and parryed was not something he predicted. He saw the block and once it registered in his mind it was too late. The left jab that came from his right couldn't be blocked, so it hit the target. Due to the positon the jab landed to the right side of Korso's face, missing the nose by inches. Instead it struck roughly on the cheek bone which cause the chimagin to moved back. Korso didn't think the jab broke anything, but he still felt the punch. It wasn't a soft blow but it wasn't the worst Fox could undoubtably dish out.
Korso saw the cross coming, which given the nature of the punch he had time to avoid it. He knew enough about boxing to counter a cross. The chimagin quickly bent his knees as he slid his left leg further out. Simultaneously, Korso ducked as his body shifted towards the left. Once passing under the cross he slid his right, while his right arm had moved closer to his body similar to that of Fox. As he rose shifted to the right snapping the right elbow out level with Fox's head. The elbow would pass over Fox's shoulder and preferably meet the right of the jaw. Assuming Fox didn't counter or at least, quick enough to avoid the elbow completely.
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Edited: To make it more ''clear''.
Edited again to correct spelling.
Wut, spinning back chop tiem.
Seeing as how Korso easily ducked/slipped under the cross, he went with his cross, performing a full counter clockwise pivot while releasing a spinning back chop aimed at what else, Korso's neck..or jaw.
He didn't want to get put in such a disadvantageous position, and it was way to obvious that Korso was going to attack that side. So he rather just spun with his cross, which was safer and better than trying to block at the last second, and he could also counter a counter attack this way.
His chop would most likely clash with Korso's elbow. If it didn't, it would ram the left side of Korso's neck, or jaw. IF it DID hit the elbow/arm, he would complete the pivot (he was going to either way) , where he would be facing Korso straight forward, and he would immediately unload a flurry of punches. A total of six punches to be precise.
Left Hook>Right Hook>Left Uppercut>Right Cross>Left Hook>Right Straight.
Korso’s elbow matched that of Fox’s. Seeing how yet another counter was countered. The chimagin’s idea to keep fighting this particular fight was hopeless. This was obviously Fox’s fight and within moments after Fox pivoted it was clear. He’d fight his own fight…
As Fox began with a left hook, Korso rotated his right arm by 90 degrees to become vertical. Given that his right arm was already up. He rotated to the right in order to intercept the left hook with a middle block. Keeping his left arm up and close to his face which out of the corner of his eyes saw the next blow. As Fox would pull the left arm back Korso began to raise his right, while opening his fist to extend his fingers into a knife edge. Simultaneously, Korso shifted his left arm out to block the next punch. He didn’t know what it would be considering he only had time to notice the right arm extending while the left retracted. The vertical forearm would block another hook which was all he could think of, granted the previous hook.
Within moments the hook coming from the left was stopped by Korso’s forearm, only to have Fox retract his right for the next strike. Seeing Fox pull his right arm back, Korso know the left would be coming soon. Just not soon enough, Korso snapped his right downwards, extending it just to the right length to reach Fox. The knife edge chop would descend upon Fox’s collar bone with in seconds. The force of the chop was easily more then 7 pounds of pressure that was required to break the specific bone. The chimagin yelled so he wouldn’t hold as much back. Fox could have seen this but due to his combo he would be in the process of switching arms between block and attack. Even with Fox’s speed proved faster, the chop should hit moments before Fox’s uppercut.
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I don't know bout the chop having enough pressure to break the collarbone. I mean, its just one hit, from such a really short distance while Korso was busy blocking and all.
So, he received the chop. I mean, he didn't see it coming cuz' he was too busy punching, but, he just felt like something hit his collarbone. However, he didn't feel anything snap or break.
And...it doesn't change the fact that Korso will get uppercutted, and he will finish the rest of his punches.
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