Temn vs Razor

Stage0: Preliminaries

Frostschild Memorial Park

The sun is shining, the audience is pumped, it's a great day to kick a**.

While in memorium of those whom disappeared in the tragic Unity incident, this park is a lively place. In preparation for the fight some HoH fans brought their blankets and barbecues to watch the fight. It's a good old fashioned cookout amongst the violence.

Terrain

General - The green grass and general outdoorisness, while nice looking, should be accounted for.

Weapons - Barbecues, grilling implements, potato salad, trees.

Bonus Effects - Watch out for errant spectators, they're not as contained as usual.

Red Player: Temn Hirku

Representing: Team Ugly Bastards

Played By: DJ Crossflare

Blue Player: Razor Mckay

Representing: Team Jagged Edge

Played By: xX Star Striker Xx

Dressed in a shirt and tie, black skinny jeans. A pair of old school converse sneakers, and arm guards. A young man would push his squared glasses from the bridge of his nose, up to his face. He was at the park, oh, what a beautiful day it was.

"So, you wanna. . . go on a date sometime?"

The young man would ask a beautiful blond girl sitting at a picnic table. The way he spoke to her was calm, cool, mysterious. So he was sure to have the girl swooning for him in mere seconds after just hearing his nice, smooth voice. Oh, that was wrong of course, but hey, what can a guy do?

"Eww no, I saw you with another girl. I ain't no mistress!"

And so the woman adruptly got up, and left. The young man feeling quite hurt, she had stabbed his manhood, she had taken away his very swagger.

" B-but. . . BA-"

SMAAAAAAACK

A metal bowl of potato salad would smack him across the face, luckily the side with the salad in it hit, leaving him with little bruise. It was just as bad though, since he quite dissapproved of potatoes in a salad like form, they tasted digusting. So it pissed him off, very much. Looking over to where the salad came from, he saw it was the girl he was with earlier. shiiit he thought, he was gonna get her number too! But look liked she didn't like getting played at all.

Too bad she was his opponent. So he just took this as a dirty trick. Getting up rather quickly, the young man would stand himself ontop of the picnic table. His hands at his sides as his fists clenched. Sparks flying off the knuckles. Those would slowly fade from exsistence as fast as they appeared. He then would raise his arm up, pointning at her, looking quite angry.

" EXCUSE ME, MISS. DON'T YOU SEE I WAS BUSY?"

He'd say this with potato salad on the side of his face, forgetting to wipe it off.

A SCRAP WAS GONNA HAPPEN.

1/10

What? that's all she did? THAT'S ALL?

It was just salt and pepper. Sure they were in glass containers, but hell, were they really going to distract him from beating this chick up? the answer was simply: No.

He'd take both in the face, a subtle oww coming from his now bruised lips. He chuckled softly, he was pathetic. She was angry because he was talkting to some other chick, how lame was that? BITCHES NEED TO DEAL.

Though, when she tugged on his ankle, it wouldn't do much, it wouldn't stop him from smashing her in more ways then one. She yanked, so he would go backwards, but he leaned his body so it would like he would fall ontop of her. And as he did that, his fist would c**k back, then propel foward. Rocketting straight for the top of her tiny, little head.

IT'S A BIRD, NO, IT'S A PLANE, NO, IT'S A ******** FIST.

2/10

It wasn't like he was never in this dort of situation before. Where'd be attacking/falling and someone would just hit him in the "solar plexus". What would it really do to Temn? take his breath away for a few seconds? make him throw up? well. . . both was correct? but which would it be?

It'd be the first one, his breath went short as the knee drove into his stomache. He gasped for air, cringing at the pain. He could've easily reduced the damage done if he had just flexed, but where's the fun in that?

It was amazing, her succession of hits, and now she would be pushing him away by pushing up on his chin. The girl must've been strong to do that by herself, because to Temn, she had a pretty weak looking frame. Something he could break in half, but not in a bone crushing way. hehehe. . . Temn would be pushed away, yet during that moment his breath would soon come back, his inhale was deep, and his next move was surely something she didn't see coming.

As he was pushed to the side, his leg would come up from the side, driving his own knee into the side of her ribcage.

She wanted to play knees, so he gave her a knee as he fell off the picnic table. Falling on his feet, or falling on his face was up to her next move.

3/10

Quote: trying to force him down ads she was at least trying to make it to her knees.

Woah, Temn though it was kinky. She was trying to force him to her knees! Though the elbow to his chest did hurt, but not by a whole lot considering that he was falling. Was she trying to play wrestling with him or something? it was like she was in some WWE match with that sort of s**t.

Then. . .

Quote: fall back onto him with a straddle hoping to pin him down

Double kinky!

Temn liked where this was going. The pain in his chest was barely there at this point. He thought for that brief second about her pinning him down, then she would have her way with him. . . Oh alas, it was but a dream! Temn thought she was trying a bit too hard! she needed to relax. It was such a nice day at the park, why would she do this to him?

He'd hit the ground, but would roll on his side, so that she couldn't straddle him. He'd continue rolling, rolling, rolling. . .

Until he hit a barbecue. One of those big, shiny, metal ones you see on the cooking network. It wrang from him plowing into it. But it would later prove useful.

Getting up, brushing off the dirt from his clothes. He would open the barbecue, smoke rising up. He'd smell it, oooooh! the smell of cooking CHICKEN, hotdogs AND STEAK.

" Hey. . . you want soooome?"

" Kekekekekekeke!"

Cackling madly, Temn would grab onto the sides of the barbecue. Inhaling as he picked up the barbecue with all his might, he was able to secure it in his arms. Wobbling back and forth, he'd have to move his arms back very carefully in order to. . .

WHOOOOSH

In order for the barbecue to be thrown at the woman. Can her cooking utensil really swing a way a huge BBQ? Only she would decide what would happen. Though Temn did have one regret, and that was that he didn't take any food from the barbecue. He was quite hungry so. . . he got upset, much like a child would.

So as soon as he had released the barbecue from his clutches, a surge of energy would flow through his body, sparks flying off his arms.

HE WAS A CHARGIN'

Charge: 1

5/10

Woah!

Razor was a magician! She can duck huge a** barbecues. It was amazing, really, it was. And then being able to hit coal at Temn? when the barbecue would be behind her? she must have a really long reach. AND THEN being able to somehow get a cleaver within her grasp? attempting to strike at him? Magic, simply magic.

With the hot coal, Temn would just let that hit against his chest, the coal's heat burning the fabric of his shirt.

Quote: As she tries to make a attempt to hack at hi-

b***h, no.

At that point, Temn would just extend his leg out, making the cleaver hit the bottom of his shoe. The blade would become stuck, and this would result in Temn just pushing Razor back with a push kick, the cleaver dislodging shortly after.

The energy in his arms sparking even more now.

Still a chargin'.

charge:2

6/10

What Temn did next was quite simple. Noticing her gathering the ash from the barbecue, he'd look down, so that it wouldn't hit against his glasses. Her ash "chunking" wasn't effective, the only damage it did was to his hair, and that could be washed out after the match.

When she came at him with her spatchula, he'd take it, TAKE IT LIKE A MAAAAN. The pain was etched into his head. It would give him the chance to charge towards her, his body lowering to do a low tackle, wrapping his arms around her waist, then pushing her down with the weight of his body.

Of course doing this wouldn't interupt his charge, seeing as though there was only the slight disruption of the spatchuka hitting him atop his head. His opponent would begin to notice the energy rising within his body.

The chargin' continued.

The fight was nearing it's end.

And so was she.

Charge:3

7/10

She was a quick one. Being able to drop her weapon fast enough to pull off some move like the one she was attempting. Yeah, Temn couldn't do a lot in this situation, yet it's not like he'd let that stop him from taking her to the ground. She had his arm, but the strain to it wouldn't last long since there was resistance. The muscles in his arms flexing to do just that, as well as his back hunching up. He'd place his free arm on her thigh, gripping onto it tightly as his muscles flexed. He wasn't trying to get his arm free, he was just trying to slide his head out of that awkard position that it was in. And guessing on the probability of him being naturally stronger, his neck would be free.

Now for the hand on her thigh, he'd continue gripping onto it, not worried about the arm since now she'd be pretty much just holding onto it with both of her hands. She could try to break/dislocate it, but what was that really going to do? It's not like Temn hadn't had a broken limb before. You break some, you fix some.

He was still chargin'

The fight was getting closer to ending. All he wanted to do was finish this stupid "fight" and go take a nap, maybe have some chicken noodle soup. Yet this girl had to have him in this situation. Just his luck. . .

Charge:4

8/10