Sewers of Durem

SEWERS OF DUREM

Above a river of sewage, and below a low ceiling of stone, Heaven or Hell participants do battle on makeshift bridges of steel grating and thin walkways.

Terrain

General - The tunnel is ten feet wide with the walkways on either side are three feet wide with sewage running between them. A makeshift fighting surface made of steel grating is perched on the edges of the walkways, running ten feet down the tunnel's length, consisting of five sheets of grating, placed next to each other. The stench of sewage hinders the olafactory sense while the running water hinders the auditory sense. A sigle ghetto-assed lightbulb hangs above the center of the fighting area, casting a dim light into it.

Weapons - None.

Bonus Effects - None, unless you want to throw people into sewage to humiliate them

Dramon would hop off the swing door and stomp like Drill Sergeant before Arian. Eyeing him down, he would then pace back and forth with his arms crossed behind his back.

"Do You know the ramifactions of your actions soldier?" It was a rhetorical question and thus Dramon would continue his rant.

"Did you fill out the proper requesition forms in order to alter the audio selections of choice for this EVENING!" " WHO DA ****** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" Dramon would be right infront of Arian at this point with his right finger just under the man's chin. "Wait...WAIT ONE **** MINUTE! MAYBE YOU'RE THE **** CAPTIAN! MAYBE I GOT THIS ALL WRONG! MAYBE I"M THE b*h IN s**t SHOES!... WELL SOLDIER!?!"

Dazed.

Yeah he hadn't expected Dramon to jump in his face like dat. Besides being shocked by his actions, he hadn't really given Arian a chance to think as Arian would blurt out his response.

"I.... I.........n***a you crazy...... I was just tryna stick to my roots."

His response would be as his hands made their way to shorten dreadlocks, rubbing the loose hair every which way but straight.

The Reporter Wrote:

Ok, cue the camera. We're going live...

The reporter signaled her camera-man as she turned to the now argumentative team. She began to approach as Dramon raised his hand to slap Arian, her face clenching slightly as she became the witness to such actions.

God, this is barbaric...

She mumbled to herself before she approached the team captain, whom was just kicked in the back of the head by Setto.

Damn you didn't have to go and do all of that...

Setto attempted to reason, raising his head from his hand as the reporter approached them. He glanced to her, expressionless as he witnessed the numerous expressions upon her face. He could care less what she was thinking. He prepared himself for actions such as this. After all,, he'd known these men for years.

Reporter Wrote:

What she thought was prepared, she approached Dramon with her mike raising to his face for comments as she reviewed all her questions within her mind. With the camera rolling, she was now fully prepared to display the up-most profession as her lips opened for words to flow like water.

Eep...

Her rear was grasped and before she could speak beyond her squeal of initial shock, Dramon plowed his lips upon hers and made her feel as if her virginity was stolen. It was quick but surely unexpected, and as Dramon released her she hunched over, placing her hands upon her knees as she coughed and gasped for air. When she finally recovered, she ruse herself to turn and face this hoodlum of a man. Anger boiled within her blood, but only for a split second. She ducked rapidly as the cover of the man hole was thrown like a frizby in her direction.

Poor woman...

He shook his head carelessly in response to Dramon's actions. Perhaps he made a mistake in allowing Dramon to play the role of Team Captain, or so he thought. This thought vanished quickly as Setto's eyes caught the attention of her rapid ducking and soon he saw her reasons behind it. It came at him at such a high rate of speed, Setto's eyes grew wide from the initial shock of the man hole cover. he reacted nearly as soon as he envisioned the object, and leaned back to lay his back flat on the hood of the truck. With centimeters to spare, Setto's nose just made it as the man hole cover flew past his face and slammed into the windshield of the truck, forcing its way through, and landed in the drivers seat.

Aww hell naaa!

Setto exclaimed as he managed to sit up from the hood of the truck, rapidly pushing himself off to land upon his feet once he was upright. Now angered, he stormed past Arian, marching to the passenger's side of the truck. Opening the passenger door, Setto rattled through some junk behind the seats and removed his weapon, Epsilon, wrapped in a white cloth which acted as his sheath for the abnormal weapon. He slammed the door and stomped past Arian and the reporter whom was still recovering from the shock of the man hole cover nearly beheading her. As he bypassed Arian, Setto began to manipulate with his right hand, an orb which took the shape of ice. Drawing into this orb, kinetic energy attracted molecules of water, carbon, and nitrogen to take the shape of a bat made of ice. It's composition was weak, easily breakable, but it would serve its purpose as Setto intended to crack the bat upside Dramon's forehead. He approached the man hole, hesitant to leap down, but fully preparing to.

[Edit: To better adhere to HoH's rules.]

The Reporter Wrote:

She finally managed to stand upright as Setto passed her by, marching as if he were aiming to go to war with his own team mate. Her eyes spelled shock and anger all at once with the incentive to scream. She acted upon those emotions effortlessly.

[color=green]What... what... WHAT THE ********>

Her microphone was shattered in an abrupt motion she made to throw something. She'd forgotten at that time she was live, and all of Heaven or Hell witnessed her embarrassment as well as the team's now known stupidity.

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"Alright, KC. Don't get nervous. You're not in it to win it ...."

The words sounded reassuringly from young black males mouth , as he a approached what seemed to be a large vehicle. A vehicle that seemed meant for the purpose of construction. What the hell would a 'dump truck' being doing in the middle of the street? Next to the vehicles appearance was an exposed man hole, his face contorted into an expression of realization from this. The opposing team must've already arrived. Upon further speculation of the large vehicle he'd see that the missing man hole cover was seated in the front seat of the truck, covered by a mass of shattered glass.

Unlike the other team, his entrance wouldn't be flashy nor draw the attention of people in a 1 mile radius. For that matter his appearance wouldn't even be accompanied by his two teammates. Being careful to avoid the media he'd make his way before the hole, jumping down into the sewers below. The fitted that concealed his braids lifting from his head by the up draft.

" ... You're just in this to bust some heads! "

He exclaimed during the descent.

Tap.

The sound emanated as black, and red jordans met with the stone of one of the pathways.

He'd look ahead to see three individuals, definitely his opponents. Well, damn. It looked like some teams actually were making their entrances together, instead of individually in a un-timely manner. To be honest, Arian had good reason to be worried. Due to unknown circumstances only two members of Underdogs were sure to arrive, and as such they were bound to get disqualified. Even if they managed to out skill, out wit, and beat the living s**t out of there opponents. One would think if this was the case, why not just forfeit, and save the opposing team the trouble of fighting?

Well, that would be a waste of Team Underdogs efforts in entering this world-wide televised event.

Weather or not the third member arrived. Team Slap-a-Ho, and Team Underdogs would be exchanging fist, kicks, head butts, elbows, knees, and all that other good s**t that came with a nice brawl. KC's opposing team would be given a challenge to overcome before passing onto the next round, and Team Underdogs would present them with this challenge. Though there was the chance, they wouldn't even be allowed to fight if only two of their members were present.

All this could be avoided, if Gnark in some cheap miracle decided to show his a** up for this thing.

"What's up? The other guy should be arriving shortly. I'm KC, the Captain."

With that said his right arm would raise to have his hand grip the red bill of his falling fitted cap, and gracefully slip it onto his head.

Tap.

The sound of him landing would draw Arian's attention down to his sneakers for a second before he would look back up at the manhole entrance. He would hear the kid speak as he introduced himself, but he was more or less looking for his opponents teammate to come. Shruging it off, he would look down at the man's sneakers as the sounds of one man approaching from a different area of the sewer would briefly draw his attention...... but overall, Arian wanted K.C. sneaks. Looking back down at the Jordan's again, he would size em up a bit as he tried to guess what size they were.

"Whats do you wear... 11- 11 1/2? And where did you get those from, I don't think that style has been out in quite a while."

He would say as he would finally speak to K.C. while he continued to eye the sneakers. Perhaps he would make a deal for em, perhaps not. There was no real way to tell.

Shrug.

His shoulders would lift up and down real quick, as he thought it over for a second. He wasn't in the waiting mood and thus he wanted to get at the fight as quick as possible.

"I mean thats all well and good, but you got at least one person to back you up, and you might not need dude if you can get 2 wins off us. Only reason you might need em if you plan on going one and one with us. So if you gonna fight first, you got your back up over derre. So let's just beast out now and call it a night."

He would tilt his head to the side as he spoke, his hands sliding into his pants. He didn't really want to fight that bad, but he and ole boy went heads up, he was taking that man's Jordan's before the fight was over. Which meant he couldn't knock that dude into the sewage and couldn't let em scuff em. Either way this fight would be interesting to say the least.

"That's cool with me."

He said calmly. He wouldn't bring up the problem unless it needed to be done. He was under the assumption a match couldn't even begin unless, at least three member were accounted for, but whatever. Arian, wanted to get this over with, and so did KC. There was also no doubt the few cameramen, and reporters here wanted to see something brutal to show on TV.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fight first."

He stated. After having said all that was needed, he allowed his feet to spread a bit, his knees bent slighty. Arms brought up, with bent elbows putting his arm somewhere around a 90 degree angle. Tucking his chin, allowing himself to bounce from one ball of his foot to the other. He simply had assumed a classic boxers stance. His adrenaline forever building.

He'd go into this fight unaware his opponents ultimate goal at the end would be his shoes.

1/17

KC's, okay to the commencing of the fight would serve as more then the bell, signaling for Arian to begin his assault. It was also the sign for the few camera crews here, to set up their equipment, and begin rolling. They were in for helluva ride.

Just as, Arian was moving towards KC. KC was doing the same.

The jab would come, it was a well understood yet predictable move. The form of Arian's fist landed flatly against the side of KC's right forearm. He wanted to move the hand of this same arm to grab, his oppressors wrist, but due to the fast snapping nature of the strike it was impossible. Though there was still a way he could 'use his foe attack against him' as, KC often did. When the jab had came he would slide his right foot forward moving into the blow. His left arm ready for take off. It lashed out in a controlled arch, the coiled fist at the arms end aimed to land destructively at, Arians jaw. A powerful left hook had just been played.

The majority of his face would remain guarded by his right arm. Yeah, jabs were in and out, but since Arian's jab had landed simultaneously with KC lashing out for a hook. The strike would be streaming for his mildly exposed right side.

That is, assuming the jabbing fist was his right, which unfortunately it was not. So the hook, instead of coming for, Arians jaw would be coming for his guard. s**t, maybe he'd make a bruise or something. An exhale of air accompanied the powerful strike.

"Hoo!"

|| Edited: Due to slight misunderstanding. ||

|| I'm going to have to leave for a moment, if I'm not back on in 30min. I'll be back tomorrow. ||

Dramon hid amongst the shadows, rubbing his hands together as he waited for Setto's decent. "C'mon mo'sucka..." he greedily whispered to himself as he saw and heard evidence of Setto making his way to the manhole first. Timing things right, he crouched and balled up his right fist and when Setto leapt, he sprung up.

"SHORYUUUUUUUUUUUUKEN!"

The call resonating as Dramon shot a raising upper for Setto but as he was raising the moon light refracted off something in Setto's hand, blinding the raising Oni and throwing his aim off.

WHaP!

Dramon had hit Setto's steel soles and been crushed there after. "Ahhhhh!" the bronzed god cried out in agony.

Dramon rolled for a bit on the ground. He was acting up a bit too much and now had suffered the loss of common sense. When he realized no one had come to his aid, that not one of the many surrounding him had attempted to appease the diety trapped in this flawless body he sat up and began to rant.

"What the ******** man? where is the lov--" before he could finish the sentence he took notice of setto's stance and followed his gaze to Arian's bout underway. Squinting, Dramon sat back, indian style and pouted a bit.

For a pretty boy, he was way too at home in the foul arena...

Do the Twist.

The move that Arian had executed would be a short arm hook/uppercut.... thus it lacked the full extension of a full hook or a full uppercut. So the moment he missed the hand would simply drop back below his chin once again. Given that Arian had moved forward right after K.C.'s hook had landed on his shoulder, that meant he was no longer in the same spot as to where K.C. had originally aimed his attack, meaning he would be fishing to grab at Arian's shoulder instead of being able to immediately grab it the moment after the hook landed.

Since his opponent had moved to his side, Arian would simply just retwist his body by pivoting on his toes to the right again so that now he was standing face to face with K.C., whose hand would be outstretched away from his body and thus wouldn't be able to guard properly. While twisting to the right, he would drop his weight as he bent his knees slightly and leaning his body downwards to the right (K.C.'s left) His hips and torso twisting back around to the left again, he would add in his feet pivoting slightly to the left and his weight coming back up in order for his blow to have power as he moved to deliver an upperhook to the exposed chin of his opponent. Pretty much the force of his motion mixed with the entire weight of his body would be thrown into this punch and thus the outcome if it landed completely was that his opponents head would snap back, causing a brain jolt and slight paralysis in the muscles for about 3-5 seconds. With his opponents thoughts on grabbing at his shoulder and in an more offensive position, the chances of him being able to fully defend this attack was slim... but not none.

Attack

Twisting Upperhook

Attack Location

Opponents Chin.

Estimated Damage

Loss of Consciousness, soreness, headaches, temporary paralysis [loss of teeth, concussion, instant K.O. are all possible outcomes but not likely unless he takes it head on]

3

Dash.

Upon immediate contact, the entire power of the punch connecting with K.C.'s jaw would ripple through Arian's arm down to the shoulder. But there wouldn't be much reflecting time as he was now shift to the offensive. Dipping his body slightly to the left and forward a bit, he would shift his left foot forward as he bent his knees a bit. His body would twist left at the hips as for the first time Arian's hands dropped down from his face. His right hand would come to rest in front of his chest as his left dropped down to the side of his waist.

Pushing off from his feet, he would jump forward towards his staggering opponent as he took his first step backwards. His entire body coming around to the right as he twisted, he would move to deliver a haymaker that would connect to the temple/side of the face of K.C. by the time he took the second step. By him jumping and twisting, the blow would carry the pretty good weight behind it, enough that the blow could be devastating if it landed.....

Watching the attack in slow motion, the light bulbs from the cameras would flash, briefly lighting up the darken tunnels of the sewer as Arian moved forward. The muscles in his arms and torso would stand out immensely, the expression on his face was enough to show the intensity in which he moved to deliver his strike.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

SWOOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. The blow flew through the air towards the more than likely stumbling K.C. as Arian let loose a battle cry that could shake the very bricks that housed this Sewer. With the entire attack being one continuous motion... yeah he was going to end the fight early if he could.

Offensive Attack

Driving Haymaker

Attack Location

Opponents Temple/Side of the face

Estimated Damage

Loss of Consciousness, Soreness, Headaches, Loss of teeth, Concussion, Instant K.O.

4

Adrenline Rush 2007.

That was Twista's latest CD and had absolutely nothing to do with the fight itself... cept well that was what lead Arian to try an all or nothing attack that early in the fight. The blow barely missing his opponents jaw, Arian would be slightly exposed for just a few seconds.

"s**t."

He would mutter to himself as he came to a landing barely inches in front of his opponent would at this point be taking a third step. If he hoped that during his staggering he would create distance between him and Arian, he was sadly mistaken as the gap that had started between them. So while K.C. was regaining his footing, Arian wouldn't have to do much of anything. So as his opponent regained his foot, dropped his weight and twisted his hips to throw the punch, Arian would be trying to bring his left hand back to in front of his body to defend (remember, the right dropped from his face and moved down to defend his chest). Dropping his left hand parallel to the ground, the arm would sit about waist level as he brought it back around to his left side. He would land with his left foot front, his right foot back as his torso would be facing slightly to his right (K.C.'s left).

As his opponent start to twist around to bring the blow forward, he should realize about this time that he would have to shorten it as the gap between him and Arian had not grown but stayed the same. His left foot would shift out slightly as he swiveled his hips around the same time K.C.'s hips would start to move, his left hand still down as he hadn't had the time to bring it back up after the blow, but it was rising. As he kept his eyes on K.C., he was uncertain where the blow was going, but one thing ran through his mind as he watched the kid swivel his hips.....

'Get off my nutz...'

As K.C. came around the blow would have slammed off his right arm, more than likely numbing the area since he would have to had to shorten the blow to even land it. But during Arian's twisting, he would use his lower guard for his advantage. Pivoting on his toes, he would add that into the momentum as he threw a short arm upper to the wide open chin of his opponent as the fist crashed into his liver... just below the ribs. The blows would be simultaneous as Arian would take one to give one. A slight grunt would escape from his body as his blow would come to an end.

Damage Taken

Liver shot, Mild. Pain in right side.

Counter Attack

Simultaneous short upper.

Attack Location

Opponents Jaw.

Estimated Damage

Soreness, headaches, slightly concussion from being hit the same spot twice.

5

Setto closely observed the beginnings of the fight, watching as both Arian and his opponent, KC, played into a boxing match. Amusing, but annoying. Setto's right eye twitched slightly as he watched the two men exchange blows, blocks, and dodges alike. He wanted bloodshed and a quick finish, so Setto decided to assess his own tactics. His eyes diverted to the elfin creature whom Setto knew was a man, but strangely enough elves often held feminine features no matter how barbaric he attempted to appear. This amused Setto, but he composed himself, allowing his eyes to quickly monitor all vital locations. During this, Setto's head remained bowed low, allowing the shadows of his hat as well as the sewer's background to cloak his facial features and the direction of his eyes. Aside from an eerie feeling, the elf wouldn't know he was being watched.

The he said something funny.

The Riot Guy Wrote:

Let the Underdogs have a little shine of light! Let the team at least win ONCE before we leave!

Setto palmed his forehead, creating a slap sound which echoed throughout the sewer tunnel aside from the punches thrown from the two fighting men. He tilted his head back and bellowed a deep, ominous laugh. Pushing off the wall, Setto faced the elf, standing on the opposing side of the fighters, a slight distance between them. Aside from his devious smile, none of Setto's features still could be seen.

Win?

You must be joking... Stay with your first logic. You're NOT gonna continue with this tournament, because once Arian stops toying with this lil nucca and take his shoes, I'ma chin check your a**!

Setto stepped within the moonlight beaming through the man hole. Raising his head, the light of the moon struck his face, revealing his ominous eyes which thirsted for blood. With his smile remaining, Setto rose his finger, pointing it at the elf.

Who the hell do you think we are!?!

Dramon looked away from the fight slowly, frown imprinted on his face showing the displeasure he felt currently. He had been attracted by Setto's words, wondering who in the hell he was talking to as Dramon was never a completely observant man outside of his Kibishii Me technique. Steel grey eyes feel on Setto as he stood in the moonlight pointing off to the other ledge. Following the trail of Setto's point, Dramon squinted and saw something off on the competitors side, then it spoke.

"This b***h got a gruff voice..." he commented and with their setting it would most likely echo through-out the arena they were set in. "kinda sounds like a man..." He finished off, a sign of disgust showing on his face.

Then an epiphany " HEY GUY GETTING HIS a BEAT BY ARIAN!" he didn't know his name, well more like he hadn't cared to find out. "YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND ACT AND SOUNDS LIKE MAN." He sneered " TEAM SLAP-A-HOE FIX THAT BUTCH b*h FOR YA!"

Cue.

He had been given it by his teammates, his captain give him the words he needed to hear, there was no more playing with this kid. His feet had already been position as he had his left foot forward, his right foot back... he would simply move back to his normal position as just rotated his torso back. His opponent somewhere along the way had managed to get his leg upwards and thus was bringing it around for a side kick with their bodies that close together... but that was another story for another time.

As the kick was dealt, he wasn't really in a position to really move away from it, but he could go with it. Continuing on the path that he was on now, he would continue to roll his torso to the right as he would let his as his right foot (back leg) slide 45 degrees to his left (thus turning his body completely sideways in case you were unsure, thus his entire left side would be facing you for a few seconds before he would turn more) as he would let his opponents toes brush off the front of his stomach, his right arm catching the back of his opponents pants/leg. Noting his opponents awkward defense in the process, he would pull on the leg of K.C., drawing him off balance and closer as his left hand would move along the process of his twisting. Short arm hook due to the distance between them. The blow's target..... the Kid's welll...............kids. Basically since K.C. was so worried about blocking his face and chest that he went into a complete guard, he would leave his entire lower body expose. Thus a shot to the nuts would be kinda hard to defend against and thus Arian would take advantage of this as the punch would be aimed to connect at the same time as Arian gave the pull on K.C.'s leg

Defense

Body roll into a leg grab

Offensive Attack

Twist Short Hook

Attack Location

Opponent's groin

Estimated Damage

Do I really need to explain this?

6

Tap.

Yeah thats about as much as he force he could generate at that moment. Arian wouldn't let his leg go of his leg........ Since K.C. threw a sidekick originally, his body was turned completely to side. His back arm would be his right arm. Now throwing a punch from this position while your opponent has completely control of your leg, you can't generate much force as you have to try and turn your hips around or bend yourself awkwardly sideways. Either way, throwing a punch to cover that much damage wouldn't create the destructive force he prayed for......

Instead he would only manage to piss Arian off as he tapped him on the head.

His hips would swivel back again to the right as he performed yet another short arm hook, his body coming back around to the left, his left hand following it as he aimed to deliver yet another blow to his kids........... this time he was going for the future linage of K.C.. Yup the grandkids.

Damage Taken

Minimal blow to the ear... hardly effective.

Counter Attack

Short arm Hook.

Attack Location

Opponents Groin.... Again.

Estimated Damage.

Again... do I really need to describe that?

7

STRIKER ASSIST- DEFENSIVE

Enough was enough. No Name looked at the FIGHTER on his right arm and clicked the Striker Assist on the Defensive mode.

Shortly thereafter, he dashed into the battle, skidding his feet as fast as he could along the floor.

One second.

Upon reaching them, both of his hands instantly came to either of KC's sides, and as soon as No Name caught the action of one of Arian's arms, his hand snapped to the fist and attempted to grab it.

Three seconds.

If the grab failed, atleast the punch would be diverted from hitting the desired weakpoint (KC's nuts), and, ofcourse, would probably produce some pain due to hitting a metal object (No Name's gauntlets). If it didn't, then he'd grab Arian's fist until his teammate could recuperate... or until his FIGHTER beeped and told him his Striker Assist was over.

(Edited for clarification.)

The Riot Guy Wrote:

...one of Arian's arms, his hand snapped to the fist and attempted to grab it.

Three seconds.

If the grab failed, atleast the punch would be diverted from hitting the desired...

Ofcourse, No Name had thought of what this move implied. He had already calculated it at the moment the fist had been sent. His attempt to grab Arien's hand out of the way had been quick and firm, in a -snapping- motion, to apply force to a strong moving strike that was obviously not going to merely be stopped by something that was 'in the way', hence why it had the ability to -divert- the punch from hitting the target.

Six seconds.

Goddamnit, KC had better acted fast while he was defending...!

...oh, and uh... ofcourse, all of that meant that his gauntlet would not hit KC's groin. Just in case you didn't quite understand that part.

(Well, guess it's Tankie's turn. Edited for clarification, again. x_x)

Striker Offensive

Fight End

From the corner of his eyes, as the muscles and such in his arm would be generating the necessary force to propel him teammate forward. He saw something. It was airborne. A spinning back kick streaming for his chin. Why was his chin the preferred object of attack this match? Asides from his balls of course. Anyhow, KC could have managed an indirect strike by a few simple movements of his head, but unfortunately the man was caught too off guard to react the way he wanted. So, the foot with steel lining crashed into the side of his chin.

White light illuminated the dimly light arena, as flashes emerged from the Cameras. The, cameraman jaw dropping in amazement at the strike. The female reporter suddenly screaming ...

KNOCKOUUUUUUUUUT!

It would've been funny as hell, if KC had managed to get up after the strike would toss him away from, both his partner, Arian, and Setto. However he would do no such thing it seemed, if Arian decided to let go of his leg and allow his body to go flying. His back would crash into the wall on the side of the pathway where the entrance was. His body forced forward to fall face first into the dirty stone. A crack forming at the point of impact. Now, it should be noted. KC could have gotten up after this. All he needed to do was, utilize his determination, but for whatever reason he would do no such thing.

His body remained face down in the stone, a pool of blood collecting beneath his head. Being that blood was oozing from his partly opened mouth.

The rays of sunlight reflected by the moon cast down through the man hole upon his unconscious form.

CRACK!

Gat damn Setto had come flying in out of nowhere to deliver punishment o the kid. Now knowing what type of kicker Setto was from first hand experience, and the fact that Set's boots were lined with steel... there was no point in keeping a grip on the kid as he was kicked by Setto. Letting him go he would watch as the kid bounced off the wall and landed face first on the ground.

"...................."

".............................."

"......................................"

"GAT DAMMIT SETTO. YOU KILLED HIM!"

The voice of Arian yelling would echo throughout the tunnels as he stared at the laying body of the kid, watching as Dramon ran over and yelled at him while he lay unconscious. Oh well. He would shrug his shoulders maybe a second later before walking over and snatching the Jordan's off the kids feet. Walking back to Dramon, he would hold the shoes by two fingers on his left hand as he would lean against the wall next to where his leader had been standing originally. It would be their turn to handle business.

Naw.

The elf wouldn't be fighting Setto like he thought he would. Having sat down next to Dramon after taking K.C.'s shoes, Arian would have replaced the white Air Forces for his newly claimed prize. Standing to his feet, he would bounce around on his toes as he tested out the newly acquired footwear............ them shits hadn't even been broken in which let him know they were extremely new.

Moving back to the center of the "ring" he would stand in front of the elfen creature, his left foot in front of the other and spaced out slightly... this in turn would force his torso to face his opponent, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. His weight would be focused on his toes as the feet were no further apart then his shoulders. Yeah despite the slight pain in his side, Arian was ready to go again.

In the Booth Wrote:

The camera would flash towards Brian Gumble as he put on a false smile. Beside him, Kenny Mayes would be his side commentator as this was pretty much the halftime show to the fight. The coordinator would count down from 3 to 2 to 1 before pointing at the two men. Brian of course would be the first to speak.

"Well an exciting end to the first round of the sewer matches. Arian with the assistance of Setto Warrick takes the first out of three rounds with a impressive K.O. Victory. As the fighters set up for the next round of fighting, we are going to have No Name vs.............. well it seems that Arian feels he is fit enough to go another round. Kenny how do you see this match playing out?"

The camera would shoot in on a close up of Kenny as he put on one of those false smiles television commentators are known for. Looking away from Brian, he would face the cameras before speaking."

"Well both men are impressive fighters to say the least. But the question you have to ask yourself is how effective was that body shot that Arian took from K.C. Now granted Arian is an all In type fighter and thus the fact that his opponent size will play right into Arian's fighting style.... But I get the feeling due to the strength that elves possess, No Name will definitely come out on top."

Now before the camera's could shift back to Brian, he would be giving Kenny a slack look that just seemed to speak "you are the most retardest ******** that has ever walked the face of the earth. It would only be a second before that false smile would return again as he would speak once again.

"Well even with the strength that elves posses, your looking at a unfair fight. Arian's size, strength and his desire to fight at extreme close ranges will be the deciding factor in this fight. With his longer reach, Arian will be able to slam quicker powerful blows off his opponent once he moves into Arian's attack range. Prepare to see a quick fight with Arian claiming the K.O."

He would nod his head as the camera's shifted to a view of both men. Brian would rearranged the papers that held no relevant information on them before setting them back down.

"And with that, it seems that both fighters are reading to go. We sending you back down to the fight where our on sight report Pam Oliver is ready for the next bout."

Bouncing on his toes a couple of times though his feet would not leave the ground, he would rotate his broad shoulders, the slight bit of light reflecting off his cinnamon brown flesh. The ref would point at him and he would nod that he was ready to go as he stopped bouncing. He would point at No Name and once the elf gave the indication that he was ready to go... the second fight between the Underdogs and Team Slap a Ho would commence.

Dramon rubbed his back as he rolled to his knees and then into a hunched over stance. Arian had taken the task of single-handly taking out the opposition with minor assistance from Setto thus far. This had proved to be a one sided match when Arian had taken on their Captain but the tides could change hear.

"Don't disappoint me twice..." Dramon said in his first serious tone since entering this tournament. "Hurry this along so we can move on to the next victims." finishing his statement he glared at the elf asking his teammate to leak information. His stare was cold and seemingly glossed over even in this dim light.

Dramon would then turn to face the wall and caught the looks of the little media they had. The woman he had assualted was fixated on the oncoming fight. Seems Arian had a fan, oh well...

Zzzzip

Interesting...

He had completely changed his fighting style now. Impressive. Taking advantage of the longer range his body had and waiting for him to make the first move? How smart of him.

But No Name didn't care. He'd break through defenses like butter. And now that Arian had clearly stated he was not human, No Name need not hold back.

Perfect.

"Good."

"AHHHHH!!!!"

As No Name came rushing, he would be careful of the actions that Arian would perform. He was expecting a kick, actually, which probably would've winded him and sent him sprawling across the floor. But, instead, Arian sprinted and rushed him. The veteran elf would try to retaliate by moving to the side; but having been caught in mid-stride, that was impossible.

"UGH!!"

Because both of his arms had been pinned by this guy's shoulder with a good 'shoulder block', and not being tackled in opposition to his motion but merely recieved, No Name's arm were in a bit of a bind now. Wincing, he attempted to get both of his arms out of the way from between them by pushing himself off with his arms, but the instant outcome of the lack of time due to not being able to do anything else as he did that, and Arian simply retaliating right after the block--

No Name coughed as he lowered his arms to his sides, trying to tuck them in to protect his ribs.

Right before that time, Arian's left hook hit it's spot. The right hook, however, found it slightly harder, hitting No Name's elbow-pad out of the way instead of hitting his ribcage head-on, but still managing to strike some damage in.

With that having happened, the elf found himself in a dilemma as his options were closed off by the arms that would now clinch around him right after that was done. By now, he was trying to catch his breath from the hit to his ribcage, which had proved significantly damaging.

Unable, at the moment, to think of anything to do, he would have to wrap his legs around the leg that came between his like a vice, anchoring himself down to the opponent's leg.

No Name was controlling his anger from coming out...

...but if this bullshit kept up, he wasn't going to take it anymore.

[MP: 135/150]

[Mana Boost: Str - Turn 2]

"Relief..." Causally he took his piss againist the wall, whistling the rythms to a tune he didn't even know. The reporter who had for the most part had had her attention focused on Arian would glance Dramon's way before double-taking and full on staring at him.

Dramon cocking his his head to one side from his ceilling stare would meet her eyes and smile. "See something you like?.."

"Savage.."

Her tone was hushed but nonetheless clear as she frowned then looked away, watching through the peripherials of her vision. She seemed to have a quizzitive look upon her face as if she wanted to ask a question.

"Half black..." he responded before taking care to re-seal his package behind the jean cloth of his loose fits. Then he winked and flashed his million dollar smile.

And indeed, the fight would end rather early. When he wrapped his legs around Arian, he realized what the next obvious move was. He knew he could get out of a pin, but what for?

Their teammate was most probably not gonna get here any time soon.

KC had already lost-- gotten knocked out, even-- so there were very little chances of Team Underdogs of making it any further into the Tournament even if Gnark got back from wherever the hell he was.

And, at the same time, No Name didn't feel like showing his moves with the circumstanes the team was under.

No. Continuing and showing what he could really do was stupid and pointless.

Before Arian would lift up, No Name would simply state.

"I forfeit."

Undoing the wrap of his legs, and simply standing onto the ground, he looked back up at Arian, and then turned and looked at KC, and walked over to his knocked out figure. The nameless elf was not interested on proving his worth. He was not interested on sport. Furthermore, he was not interested on glory or fame.

He was just interested on the money that the tournament could provide for his crew back at his homeland.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

With people like KC in his team, this would be hopeless... and that other b*****d not getting here, it wasn't going to go anywhere. When he arrived at the side of the fallen man, he uttered with few words right after kneeling down next to KC.

"Next year... I'm captain. And Gnark... he's not in our team anymore. If you decide not to go along with my decisions, don't come looking for me."

Then he stood up, and walked up to the staircase that lead to the manhole above them. Reporters attempted to get near him, but he simply 'walked through them', pushing them aside with his walking body as he continued forward. If anyone got in his way and literally tried blocking his path, he would shove them out of the way.

He really hoped this kind of display would be avoided in the future. No Name's right hand reached for one of the bars that constituted the ladder, left hand following to the one above it.

In no time, he was out of the sewers and on the street above.

Dramon looked out in digust. " what....what the ******?" He was in disbelief. Upset and disappointed, he made his way to the sewer and up the stairs, managing his way much like the elf did before him. He took notice of the female pacing before the manhole above ground and gave her a discouraging look as to say 'Don't ****** with me right now'.

The Riot Guy Wrote:

Before Arian would lift up, No Name would simply state.

"I forfeit."

And that was that.

He stood from his crouch as the words were spoken. Knowing the reaction of his teammates, even Setto felt a bit disappointed in the given situation. Yet, he shrugged his shoulders and prepared to leave. He scooped his Epsilon from its rest on the ground and secured it to his back, slinging a belt around his right shoulder which he used to carry the absurdly long weapon in the first place. With this fight over, Setto could focus on the mundane concerns of the tournament in peace back at the hotel. At best, he could label this fight amusing and mediocre to the lowest degree. Hopefully the other teams held something more promising. Perhaps this result was inevitable, as Setto only deemed K.C. of the two men promising for the tournament. Perhaps it was why he felt the need to grant the man 10 seconds of fame, 5 for the flashing lights and 5 he wouldn’t even be awake for. Already, he could hear the reporters preparing themselves for comments from the team.

Dramon Shen KiDD Wrote:

He took notice of the female pacing before the manhole above ground and gave her a discouraging look as to say 'Don't ******** with me right now'.

Dramon was already blowing steam from the situation. Setto couldn’t help but smile as he centered himself below the man-hole ladder with K.C. still unconscious beneath his feet. Setto almost felt sorry for the poor boy, almost. Nevertheless, he paused as Arian made his ascent from the foul depths of st city. He took a long look at K.C. How ****** up it was that his partner left him here to rot after he tried so hard to compete. Setto did take notice that a third member of their team was absent from the fight. Perhaps immobilizing K.C. was more demoralizing than he planned it to be. Shrugging his shoulders, Setto grabbed K.C. by the collar of his shirt. His socks would be soaked with the sludge on the concrete, but Setto would drag him along anyway, approaching the ladder.

Looking through the hole and at the distant moon within the sky, Setto felt too lazy to carry this man street level while pushing himself up this rusty old ladder. He created an alternative for himself by channeling his energy and focusing upon an orb of ice. The orb would collect and gather the necessary molecules while being focused upon the ground near his feet. He would build himself a tower of ice beneath himself and K.C, carrying both men to street level with ease. The tower of ice would rise and crack in the process from the instability of its formation and the weight of the two men. It served its purpose. Setto made it street level and tossed K.C. onto the pavement, literally. He stepped from the formation of ice like stepping down stairs and was immediately rushed with the news crew.

The News Team Wrote:

Setto! Setto!

Setto! Setto! Setto!

Mr. Warrick, a moment please!

Three reporters rushed to his side like squawking school girls idolizing the next great commercial R&B singer. He paused beside K.C's feet as microphones were thrust into his face, flashing lights blinded his sight and words were jumbled beyond comprehension. He did his best.

Setto, how does it feel knowing your team is advancing to the winners bracket of the Heaven or Hell Tournament?

A chubby male reporter asked.

Setto_Lucid Wrote:

Stupid question. next!

Mr. Warrick...

This reporter reached his microphone between the shoulders of the other two, attempting his best to capture a story. Because of it, his words were slightly muffled and his face, unseen by the cameras.

...how did it feel to fight under such harsh conditions? Were you or your team affected much by the stench of the sewers?

Setto_Lucid Wrote:

Human s**t and piss of all kinds collected, settled, and rotted for unknown years? Nah, we weren't affected at all. Here...

Setto yanked the better dressed reporter of the 3 from between his two competitors and would drag him to the man hole covered with ice. He would stomp as hard as possible upon the ice then toss the reporter atop the formation. With the added weight and pressure, the ice crumbled, giving the reporter an uncomfortable drop within the sewers. Setto chuckled, turning to face the remaining two reporters.

Last question, make it good.

One of the reporters gulped and hesitated, but the other stepped forward with determination. She was underdressed for the occasion, appearing as if she was sick of looking professional in her unimpressive business suit. She'd unbuttoned her blouse, displaying much of her cleavage, and pulled her shirt from her blouse where it should have been tucked in.

Setto, do you feel as if you stole the spot light with that... "amazing" back kick of yours.

She sounded as if the heat was bothering her, which was funny because it was winter and she was sweating.

Setto_Lucid Wrote:

I said ask a better question. You wasted it. I'm leaving.

Setto began to make way past both reporters and towards his team. He attempted to disregard anything which would be said, knowing reporters are persistent people.

She turned after him and grabbed hold of Setto's right arm. The reporter pressed herself against his arm, pinning it between her breasts. Setto could feel the reasonings behind her appearance now, the "hot and bothered" look she carried upon the expression of her face. The reporter kissed his arm then demanded...

Let me have your baby!

She was aroused by his actions, his features, his attitude. Since her encounter with the team earlier, she'd grown attracted to him, and watching him within the sewers only made things worse.

Setto_Lucid Wrote:

Setto turned as his right hand was held, and slapped the woman in her right cheek with his left hand. It would be enough for her to release his grip

so he co8uld return to his team and they could leave the scene.

Get a grip woman!

Get a grip!

Finally advancing from the pack of dogs hunting for a fresh story, Setto approached the truck with Arian, Dramon, and some strange girl he'd never seen before. He said nothing too her, no greeting, no acknowledgments to her presence. Instead, he leaped on top of the hood and waited to leave.

"Eh..." Dramon's reply was a bit gruff and seemingly uncaring tone. "Publicist?..." Dramon looked about, looking to see what the news crew was doing. They were banning together to help the man that Setto had dropped into the sewer but a few stragglers were making their way to the team.

"You got a car Ms. Publicist?..." He asked flatly.

"Yeah... Gimme the keys." he spoke approaching her, nature still a bit gruff but slowly smoothing out. His posture made him seem big, which Dramon was but with his shoulder hunched up, his head held and in his eyes falling directly on her, he most likely grew 20ft in her eyes. Holding his hand out as he strolled he grinned a bit, part two of the intimidation tactics. He was daring her to say no, double-dog daring her.

This girl was not off to a good start in her interveiw. She was making her first fatal mistake by turning her back on Dramon, I mean the team's name did hold some truth to it and he didn't excatly ask her for the keys. Grabbing her arm, he would reach into a shirt to retrieve the keys. "I'm not game and we are not playing..." He spoke coldly.

Meanwhile, the flock of news were about done with retrieving a fallen soldier. They were heading back to question Arian or Dramon, hoping they had calmed since the end of their fight. Some were even going to be gutsy enough to try Setto once more.

"Nobody said anything about taking your car lady..." He said with with a swift tug, that would most likely wrench the keys out her hand. "I just hate how all women drive. Ya can't drive for st...you think the rearveiw and side mirrors is to fix your gat dammn make-up." Throwing his hands up he would continue his rant. " It'd be a sorry a story if some of Gaia's toughest fighters lost their life not due to competition but because you absolutely positively have to hear Becky trash on Trent..." He would finish off with a glare to the news team and a growl to her.

Dramon as the woman addressed the hounds harassing the team and when she turned to signal her readiness to leave, Dramon rubbed his chin. "Arian, you got shotgun cause a b***h should know her place." He walked passed her sneering, he wasn't going to let her know he was pleased with her, she would get sloppy if she thought it was this easy.

Hopping into the driver's seat, Dramon started the Denali and was surprised to see it was the full package. "Ok...this good work" he smiled and turned on the radio.

The Sound System Thumping:

FIYAH!

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Yome would feel her ears twitch as Arian leaned in close to her touching her back and then whispering into them.She could not help but smile realizing she did a good job.Seeing that she didn't even get to ride shotgun didn't anger her too much but when Arian failed to close the ******** door she began to long for her overly huge shuriken to whack him over the head with."Eh you gonna close the damn door?!!" She knew that chances are her voice was being drowned out by the obnoxiously loud music blasting through her speaker and thus she lay back in her truck pouting to the disrespectful song that sang of booty buttcheeks....."Crack the windows you stank of sewer.!!!!"She really didn't want the truck to smell like human waste.

Da fuuuuuuck?

Setto’s ears began to rattle to the sound of Booty Butt Cheeks as he’d previously tuned the sense-less arguments from Dramon displaying and a**-hole’s nature to the aggressive publicist, Yome. For some odd reason, his head began to bob. Raising his right hand, he would bob his hand up and down as he nodded his head to the beat, shutting his eyes and allowing the music to consume his hearing and control his body like puppet strings.

Damn, dis st kinda fiya (fire) though I hate commercial st…

The keys dropped into his lap. He didn’t know of that was intentional of Arian or not, but also didn’t question it. Having intended to remain with the truck, Setto continued to bob his head until the doors of Yome’s “Domination” would shut, dulling the sound of the music to just the absurd boom of the bass within the song. Then, he would stop bobbing his head. By now, the news team finally managed to surround the truck, aimed with their microphones to question Setto further for their stories. He would smile, raise his right hand, and catch them off guard.

See, ya’ll don’t listen. No further questions.

By pointing his right index finger, Setto aimed and directed a small jolt of magnetic energy to one of the microphones held to his posture by the closest news reporter. It was enough energy to tear into the metal wiring which surged through the microphone and short it violently. The device detonated within the reporters hand and all of them would back from Setto at that time. Turning to face their camera-men, the reporters gave the order to get the hell out of the vicinity, and in good timing. The tow truck arrived in what seemed as no time. Perhaps the nearest junk yard was not far from this current location.

Leaping from the hood, Setto approached the truck as the driver made his exit, the engine of the tow truck still active and purring.

Tow Man Wrote:

The truck driver adjusted his musty red sports cap as he wobbled over to Setto, seemingly limping in his left leg as he approached. His eyes fixated upon the absurd dump truck the team entered the vicinity of the tournament within, observing it like a hillbilly westerner watching strange lights in the air and claiming it as a UFO.

That dere’s some kinda truck, son…

What ya’ll was doin’ round here anyway? Neva done seen anything like dat in my life…

The truck driver spoke as if he’d been living in the mountains all his life, and surely his attire played the part. He glanced to Setto with curious eyes, stretching the suspenders which wrapped around the shoulders of his red and white flannel shirt and jacked his holy, dirty denim jeans so high it was as if he enjoyed walking around with a wedgie.

What?

You never seen a dump truck on 30's before?

Setto referred to the size of the rims of the truck as he passed by the tow-man, speaking as if this was common place for he and his team-mates though they had never done anything this extravagant before, not even during the days of the Oni. However, they have done plenty of outlandish things, so this was probably practical for the men. The thought made Setto chuckle as he approached the passenger's door of the tow truck, opening it to enter.

I'll give you directions to my garage and we'll tow it there.Mind as well change cars since Dramon thrashed this one.