Kain vs Damon

Stage0: Preliminaries

Undrgrnd Cage Match

An old classic with a bad habit of producing sub-par fights. Change this, please.

This steel cage prison holds two fighters captive as they are forced to fight for their freedom and glory over a featureless concrete floor. They have nothing to rely on other than themselves and the assortment of many weapons decorating the sides of the structure.

Terrain

General - Spectators present lining the outside of the cage, limiting area of effect attacks.

Weapons - Melee weapons from all nations line the wall of the cage. Give them a good tug to get them free.

Bonus Effects - You can't use strikers in the prelims, now you EXTRA can't use strikers.

Red Player: Kain

Representing: Team Nirvana

Played By: Dragosani Kain

Blue Player: Damon Alexandr

Representing: Team Lu Bu

Played By: [Damon]

A man steps into the hard spotlight on the darkened ring, the gathered crowd's roaring cheers filling the underground. The density of the people here was surprising for this preliminary match, the word must be quickly spreading about the Heaven or Hell tournament; everyone wants to be able to say that they were there when their fighters took the pot and got the glory. They were there when legends were being made.

The well dressed man, decked out in full Armani, raised his hand to lull the spectators' passionate voices, his body still and stone visage grabbing full attention. He milked the silence for full dramatic effect before beginning.

"Welcome to another edition of Heaven or Hell! Preliminary in the Cage Match: Thunderdome!" The crowd, like a beast cried out it's excitement, the announcer quickly taking up the reigns, "Listen on! Listen on! This is the truth of it. Fighting leads to recognition and that recognition is the glory of all fighters. Barton town's learned. Now when men get to fighting, it happens here. And it finishes here. Two men enter, one man leaves with his head high. And right now, I've got two men. Two men with a gut full of fight! Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. . .HoH is here!"

Again the Beast bellowed cutting short the Announcer's introduction to the fighters, the people wanted their battle now! Unable to quell the shouts, the ringman bowed out and took his leave for the fighter's to enter. Red corner being Dragosani Kain a returning competitor to face off against the Blue Corner's Damon Alexandr, new to the bloodshed of HoH and eager to prove his worth.

LOUND ONE.......FIGHT!

Damon on the other hand was a little offset by the large turnout of people, didn't think so many would come for just a single preliminary fight. Then again they were mostly chanting the name of his opponent, the third year veteran of Heaven or Hell, Kain. The man was obviously quite popular with the crowd, and for good reason most likely. Inside this gave Damon a deep thrill, a fuel to make this match the best it could be. After all the fans would be comparing everything he did to Kain's actions, so he would have to go beyond that.

Putting his uneasiness aside, Damon grinned and pushed himself up of turnbuckle and walked so that he stood just under a light. The lights caused glints to flicker off his silver hair, a defining feature for sure. His clothing was in contrast to his opponents, consisting only of a white shirt a pair of blue jeans and a pair of dirty white shoes. These were his clothes he didn't care about getting dirty or ripped up.

The silver haired man stared down his opponent, letting the humdrum of the roaring audience move swiftly to the back of his mind. His gray hues focused, his heart rate steady, and his mind as calm as the flowing river. All the information on the objects and surroundings rushed through his mind in an orderly fashion, and quickly he began to form his plan. The only piece that he would need was his opponents reaction.

" Ready when you are, Kain. "

Damon was just as unwilling to take his eyes off his opponent, not being the kind of man that liked surprises in the mist of battle. The silver haired man inched to the right towards the cage bars, his right hand quickly grasping out at whatever weapon happened to be there at the time. His hand was near the handle of an obscenely large hammer when all of a sudden one of the smartass pushed up against the cage, causing another to immediately tap Damon on the hand. The instinctive reaction was to grasp whatever it was and immediately get back to his part of the arena, his eyes still focused upon his opponent and -

" What the ******** is that? "

Was Kain holding an old time telephone?!

Either he was planning on calling up Mr. T to pity a foo' or he had somehow managed to grab ahold of it by accident. That didn't matter, Damon felt that his weapon was hard, though hard not in the sense that it was wood or metal, but plastic. Taking a few seconds he glanced over at what was in his hand and his mouth almost dropped.

" What the ******** is this?! "

In Damon's hand was not a pole, a phone, a weapon, or anything practical. It was a limb. A plastic limb at that, and judging by the black lace and red slipper on the foot, one meant to be attached to the body of a female mannequin. Oh for for ******** sake, what was he supposed to do with this? Strike a pose?

The sound of the crowd roaring for action snapped Damon out of his annoyed haze and back into the fight. So what, it was hard and it was blunt, but more so it was long and had more range to it than the telephone.

" Screw it. "

With those words Damon immediately shot off like a bat out of hell, none of his usual martial arts stepping, just feet like rocket boosters and a face full of MEEN. The silver haired warrior ate up the distance between him and Kain at an alarming rate of speed, and once he got to within four feet of Kain, assuming he was allowed that close, he would swing the weapon downwards in a hard arch towards the top of the guys melon.

This match was sure to be interesting.

[1/10]

So Kain was looking to dial up a hurtin' huh?

Damon's glinting silver eyes focused dead onto his target and he just kept pressing himself into his run, leaning forwards and cocking the leg back over his right shoulder. As Damon came racing into range he could only watch as Kain suddenly whipped the phone around like some kind of demented, er, uh, blunt swingy thing. There wasn't enough time for Damon's brain to property match up the weapon to a medieval flail.

Lucky for Damon telephones weren't particularly known for the aerodynamics or use as a weapon outside of household arguments. So as he came rushing in he would actually bypass the telephone and instead the telephone cord would wrap around his his waist, the blunt end swinging around to hit him mildly in his gut. More than likely it would just fall off him or get ripped off the wire because of the way Damon was charging forwards, thus disabling it as a weapon for now.

It only required a second to get into chopping range of Kain now, and with him having used his weapon he was totally open. With a loud yell mixed with the humdrum of the happy and excited crowd, Damon slung the weapon down hard towards Kain's head, aiming to give the guy a head full of thigh. Not that the weapon was really all that durable or painful, it was just plastic, but it would definately offset the fighter long enough to give Damon another chance at making striking.

[2/10]

Damon had a look of annoyance on his face at not being able to land a perfect strike on the devils head, and instead his left shoulder. But this was a fight and things like this were to be expected, even if they were still unwelcome. After making connection with the attack Damon quickly planted his lead foot down hard on the canvas in order to stunt the momentum from his charge. Unfortunately he didn't stop in time and Kain capitalized on the chance unwillingly presented to him.

WHUCK

Kain's arm came up between Damon's legs and struck home right in his jollies. Damon coughed and a single glimmering tear filled with great misery fell from his eye. But it wasn't over, everything suddenly became lighter and Damon felt his body rushing forwards out of his control before he turned horizontal to the floor. All the silver haired warrior could do at this point was truck his body in and roll with the throw, so that by the time he was clear of his opponent his left shoulder would hit the canvas he could would roll forwards on his back and into a sitting position behind Kain.

Their were mixed sounds from the crowd including laugher and loud chanting for more. How could you throw a by by his bawls? That was so unsportsmanlike. Damon didn't have time to sit their and mourn the loss of a few of his little soldiers, instead he immediately sprung back up to his feet and spun around to face where Kain was, fully ready for an attack of whatever caliber. Thankfully he hadn't dropped his weapon, er, leg, during the whole process and was planning on whacking some sense into the guy for this little thing.

[3/10]

While still recovering from his previous experience, Damon happened to catch Kain in his peripherals coming around on the left side. It seemed that the devil didn't want to give Damon a break to catch his breath and nurse his sore bits. The wise choice would have been to move and attempt to gain a better position, but with the suddenness of Kain's attack Damon was left with less time to actually do this. Therefore he had to let his combat instinct run wild and the adrenaline be his motivation. When Kain raised his leg and then attempted to stomp down on Damon's knee, the silver haired man quickly leaned to the side and brought his leg over towards his right, letting the foot slam into the canvas.

That wasn't it though, oh no, Damon was gonna make sure that Kain paid for that throw he had done. Gripping the ankle of the plastic leg tightly in his right hand and the knee of the leg in his left hand, Damon quickly rolled back over towards his left side and drove the blunt end of the leg hard right up into Kain's pelvis. They were practically right upon each other and with the swiftness of execution it was unlikely Damon's lololololpelvic shot would miss it's mark.

Following the connection of the attack Damon would instantly hop back to his feet and place about a foot or so of distance between him and his opponent. Should the attack be countered however, things were likely to go much differently. Only time would tell.

[4/10]

And Damon was back up onto his feet, a smile now crossing his face thanks to the satisfaction he had gotten from the hit connecting. For all the hype surrounding his opponent thanks to the last three years of his participation in the tournament, Damon was pleasantly surprised to see that's all it was; hype. Not to say that he was going to drop his guard because he was underestimating Kain, but that he had been overestimating his abilities at the start - he could take this guy.

Spreading his feet to shoulder width and raising up on the balls of his feet, Damon began to bounce a little bit like he was getting ready to sprint. His arms moving up and down half way with the motion, all jeet-kun-do style and stuff. It was mostly fluff, stuff to keep the crowd on their feet and into the show, he didn't really know any kind of martial arts other than what he had taught himself over the years as a fighter. It was during this time that Damon caught a glimpse at strange heat waves and a rush of hot air coming from his opponent. Yeah, he'd seen stuff like this before; what else could it be but some kind of pyromancy or spiritual energy? Nothing Damon couldn't handle with a few tricks of his own.

" Heh, so we're getting all serious and s**t, huh? "

That remark was a little out of character for Damon to say; chock it up to the spur of the moment because of the crowd and the excitement.

" Well alright, let's tango! "

Damon crossed his arms in an X in front of his chest and allowed a flood of psi energy to breach the barrier between the mental realm and the physical. The overhead lights refracted off the psi energy causing it to flash instantaneously into a rainbow hue like sunlight off of a fine sheet of glass. The force that now surrounded Damon looked just like that, a layer of glass coating his body. No more hesitation!

Damon pushed off his right leg and into a light sprint, his body motions controlled and his momentum flowing forwards like a rushing river. The distance was eat up rapidly, putting Damon a foot out of kicking range. Just like the flowing river, Damon pivoted on his left foot and spun his body three hundred and sixty degrees thrusting his right leg out in a blur of speed for a high side kick aiming up at Kain's throat. His shirt lifting in the rush of air that followed his body leaning back with the motion.

This was not something Kain would want to get hit by, cause it would sure as hell knock him right on his a**.

Psychic Durability

1/5

[ 5/10 ]

Time allows for little opportunity in a battle when two fighters are close to each other, Kain would learn this rapidly as both of them moved into action. The speed of the kick was something that Kain had underestimated, driven by the velocity of a spin and the forward motion of momentum, it was a force to be reckoned with - and because Kain had waited till Damon was doing it to attack he would suffer the consequences of having a hard right foot driven directly into his left shoulder as he went down for his side drop kick.

The devil was taking the full hit of a physical attack with enough kinetic energy to break down a door, Kain's attempt at a dropkick would have been dismissed because of this and he himself sent sharply down to his back. Or side, or whichever direction one falls when they are kicked that hard while in mid-air.

Of course momentum has a way of keeping on keepin' on and Damon would still move forwards until his right leg planted back on the ground. At this point he would be standing in front of Kain and be right at his heels, assuming he actually went down to the ground. Damon would waste no time in progressing into his next attack, having already planned out what he wanted to do in case of success and failure. His mind was just like that, plotting ahead and branching into every possiblity one can make up while charging into an assualt.

The psion cocked his right hand back seconds after recovering from the kick, and then with a loud yell punched his palm forwards down at Kain's lower abdominals. A liquid glass like force rippled the air in front of Damon's hand and spiked down towards the targeted area. A psionic concussive blast aimed to knock the air of the guy. The attack was like taking a hard punch right to wherever it attack struck. All these psionic abilities would take their toll on Damon, who was only running on medium power at this current moment for purposes of keeping things safe and non-lethal for the fight. If all worked out well, Kain was going to be feeling the hurt. Big time. Or so the silver haired psion hoped.

Durability

3/5

[6/10]

Damon didn't have but a few precious seconds to actually catch his second wind from using up two moderate level psychic abilities. You'd think that after taking a hit like that the other sumbitch would stay down and not just pluck himself right back up. For the first time since the start of the fight Damon was starting to understand why Kain was so well known amongst the fans here at the Heaven or Hell tournament. His thoughts aside, he not had to contend with the fact that the mind devil was rushing him with that hurt arm leading forwards. The droplets falling off Kain's hand and smoldering on the ground and the way the atmosphere around Kain's arm was saturated with dark magic was proof enough of what the devil intended to do.

" Oh great, he's gonna try and use the burning finger on me. "

There was no choice in the matter, Damon had to meet this threat head on with his own. His teeth clinched and his eyes focused, he began to draw his power singularly into his right arm and charge forwards. Damon's brow was furrowed and his gray eyes locked onto his target. The crowd was on fire and the tension thick enough to set ablaze! What would happen when these two met each other in the center of the ring? Would they vanish? Would the ring fall apart under the sheer weight of awesome that these two exerted? Or, would there be an anti-climatic handshake and afterwards the two sipping coffee?

NO!

When Kain got in range and attempted his slash at Damon's left chest, the silver haired psion juked the devil to the right. After all that punishment that arm had to have been moving quite sluggishly, giving Damon the time he needed. Once he moved to the right Damon would press his left forearm into Kain's, causing Damon's arm to burn even despite his psychic armor, and then Damon would turn into Kain, pivot his hips and throw a hard right punch square into the devils jaw. Upon impact Damon would amply the force of the punch considerably by releasing a blast of psychic energy. It doubled the force of his punch, making it as though Kain were thrashed across the face will a sledgehammer. That jaw and almost all of the bottom teeth would fracture for sure. Damon made sure to aim for the back section of the jaw so that Kain couldn't just lean his head back or forwards to dodge it. After the hit a rush of pain would flood through Damon's head as he came close to his limit - not crippling, but enough to prevent him from making a follow up attack if it did connect. Damon would promptly move backwards to distance himself from his opponent just encase s**t hit the fan midway... unless of course he was INTERCEPTED.

Durability

4/5

[7/10]

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Quote: Once Damon touched that arm it was done. Kain ducked his head low, his left shoulder raised and buried himself into his opponents body. The shoulder and lowered head would do well enough to deflect and glance the blow away from Kain's face, but that's only if Damon was completely taken off guard.

Because they were essentially right beside each other, when Kain ducked down and pushed into Damon, he was pushing Damon's left arm back into his body. So while the punch itself missed, Damon did not unleash his attack because the force would send weapons and burning s**t into the crowd. That was bad. Real bad. Canceling was actually easier for Damon to do because of the strain required to manifest and send the attack forwards. So when Kain did this, Damon immediately pushed his arm forward into Kain and used that in addition to a long push off his right leg to jump backwards and away.

Quote: There'd be a flash of light and wave of heat that'd extend to the audience.

And about the time he actually cleared the distance Kain unleashed some kind of bodily explosion of flame. The bright flash caused the auidience to reel and close their eyes, while Damon himself got hit with a wave of heat and -

Quote: It'd blind Damon for moment, but from the suddenness of the attack, he'd have to first understand what the hell had just happened.

Yeah, that sums it up right thurr.

Thankfully Damon would be out of Kain's arm range before this happened;

Quote: He'd attempt to hold his opponent to himself with his right hand, pivoting to grab hold of anything at Damon's midsection.

Though he would have avoided the immediate effect of getting grabbing thanks in part to his fast reaction towards people thrusting into him, he wouldn't be able to avoid the scorching heat wave that bombarded his body. His clothes began to smoke and the fabric became scratchy and uncomfortable. Despite his psychic barrier, Damon's skin hurt terribly - like having your hand held above an open flame for too long without being able to draw it back. His eyes burned and he saw spots and his skin was like sandpaper, each nerve screaming; the bodies only natural reaction to this bad situation was to GTFO.

Damon immediately began to move to the far corner of the ring away from his burning opponent. Kain's clothes may have been flame proof, but what about the ring below him? Certainly this was a full body thing and would burn the floor? Canvas? Wouldn't the canvas catch on fire?!

" THAT WAS A DIRTY ROTTEN TRICK! "

Durability

3/5

[8/10]

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Damon was dazed, his head hurt, his eyes burned and his skin felt like he'd spent too much time in the sun. Most people think they can just beast through this s**t, they'd be wrong, because pain has a way of kicking you in the balls and telling you to slow it down. Therefore Damon was entirely unprepared when Kain came charging in towards him with that thick piece of woman plastic. When he brought it down in a hard arc it made a sickening -

CRACK

...upon making contact with the top of his head. Due to being exposed to the high temperature the plastic had melted somewhat and then re-hardened causing there were jagged edges protruding. So what this means is that not only did Damon take a massive hit to the head his flesh was also torn causing blood to flow freely and taint his silver hair crimson.

Pain aside finally upon contact, Damon gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, their silvery glints as sharp as the blades of razors. OH HELL NO HE WASN'T GETTING AWAY WITH THAT!!

Sucking in a breath of air, Damon moved forwards towards Kain - he knew what he was going to do. Bending down upon his knees and then pushing up like a fired spring, Damon sent his body into the air. The silver haired psion's left leg lifted up gracefully following this motion and snapped outwards towards Kain's face, aiming to slide across it while the rest of Damon's body completed a rotation in the air. It was some kind of tornado kick, and with the kind of impact it carried it was sure to break the skin and bust the bone; lots of blood, not to mention send Kain flying back down to the mat. Hopefully the devil had used up enough energy that he wouldn't be able to avoid it in him... hopefully.

Durability

2/5

[9/10]

Damon landed with a loud thud feet first onto the ground, moving them around so that he was facing where Kain landed. There was blood smeared on the bottom of his shoe and blood dripped down into his eyes from his head wound and finally his body felt as though it were on fire, ironically enough it had almost been. The crowd was still roaring at the intense display of combat skill between both Kain and Damon, they were enjoying this match a whole lot! Somewhere through the pain and the anguish he was feeling, a smile managed to creep up on Damon's face; only to be removed when Kain grabbed up another item and threw it directly at him!

It was that cursed telephone!

Quote:

"IT'S FOR YOU!"

At this Damon only had one retort -

" I will not accept the CHARGES!! "

Harnessing the psychic power dormant in his body from this time, Damon surrounded his head with a thin glass like layer of energy before thrusting his head forwards still yelling what he had been. The phone collided with a loud clack-diiiing before splintering all over Damon's head and scattering across the floor. Headbutting the telephone was the only thing that he could think of at this instance, seeing as he didn't have the time to slap it out of the way and leaning to the side would cause it to hit a curious spectator in the face.

For a moment the crowd was stunned, unsure of what to make of what Damon had done. Slowly they began to start from a laugh, to two, then three and then a dozen until the entire arena was roaring with laughter and awe at the display between the two. At the end of the fight Damon was still standing and Kain was on his rump bleeding everywhere. In Damon's own mind this was a clear victory -

BUUZZZZZ

The match ended officially when the buzzer sounded. The tournament officals were scampering out to open up the cage door and let the two fighters out of their cage, a fight well done to both of them.

" Hey, Kain. Next time there better be more blood out of both of us! "

Damon gave the devil a cheesy thumbs up before he walkedhobbled his way out of the arena.

[10/10]