HoH season 09. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:43 pm · id 172866056 · page 1
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: Valentine Hoskuo
Representing: Team ALL
Played By: King VRH
Blue Player: Sean
Representing: Team Odessa
Played By: The Absinthe of Anathema
Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:07 pm · id 172867618 · page 1
st YEA! Oh man, this is gonna be **** sweet! Valentine sprinted down the street, as he talked to himself, pumping himself up more and more. It was finally that time, Heaven or Hell was here, and all he needed to do was the knock the snot outta some poor kid. In a quick moment of excitement, Valentine couldn't help but hop up and click his heels together. At least, this is how it would be if Valentine was one of those energetic, run around like a **** retard people. What was Valentine doing? Barely waking up, the man would look at the clock in the room that wasn't his and notice the time. "Son of a b*h..." He would roll out of the person's bed and force himself to his luggage. Valentine squatted down, as he grabbed an outfit out of the bag. The scene faded to black, as he walked into the bathroom, only to come back a moment later as he came out.
After some pointless searching, and assholes who have yet to learn the rules of the road, Valentine arrived at the Frostchild Memorial Park. He hadn't quite set a destination for where they were to meet, so he chose to walk around screaming "Heaven or Hell prelim, come get ****** up over here!" Needless to say, the children weren't very pleased, and the outfit he had on definitely wasn't helping. With good reason of course, not many children like seeing a [cosplay](http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj158/Ojamajo_dokkan/Cosplay/TNTGT2001.jpg) of their hero Naruto running around cursing at people. "Man, that f*t better hurry the ****** up."
1/10
Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:31 pm · id 172868907 · page 1
Nothin' like the smell of blood in the morning.
This in mind, Sean had gotten to the park early. Really early.
Before the ********' barbecue, even.
Actually. He'd never left. The poor b*****d had slept under a newspaper across the street. Head lain on a urine-stained pizza box. Cold as Santa's toolshed.
Jesus H. Christ it was ********' cold.
Plummeting temperature notwithstanding, Sean was already waiting. Leather speedo and all. Looking all too Spartan. The vision of testosterone. A built, brawny young man stood across from Valentine post haste. Form bare save for the above described attire. His inventory had been left in the gutter across the street.
''Bout time you showed, ya lace-curtain ******.' He called, soccer moms cringing. Children gasping. 'I been waitin' all ****** day.' That said, he now rolled his shoulders. Pushed his dirty blonde mane from his eyes.
It's time to rumble.
Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:50 pm · id 172869948 · page 1
Valentine had no desire in wasting his time with introductions and things such as that. How to start off the fight? He didn't have any idea. Oh well, guess he'd have to bullshit it. The King sprinted forward at his opponent, cocking his right fist back this kid was about to get his face cracked when he got close enough.
2/10
Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:58 pm · id 172870393 · page 1
Ready..?
FIGHT.
Sean ducked down, elbows in. Right foot before the left. With a heaving forward movement, the young warrior would eject forth from this spot, as Val entered meleé range.
The point of this charade was, obviously, a double-leg takedown attempt. For, as his shoulder closed in upon Val's midsection, both hands would grope for the back of his knees.
'Rah!'
Thu Dec 11, 2008 11:24 pm · id 172871618 · page 1
What was with all these damn people grappling? Oh well, Valentine would have to get outta this bullshit...again. The man grabbed at his legs, attempting to lock his hands in place so that he could perform the double leg takedown. Once Valentine felt, that the man's hands were latching on, and he had dropped down low enough, he would make his move. Throwing his legs off to his right side, dropping his hip down on the man. The technique was known as a sprawl, and with it he would push down on his opponent with his hands. Naturally, he scrambled to get back into a proper positioning and away from his opponent so that he could have a real match.
3/10
Thu Dec 11, 2008 11:39 pm · id 172872110 · page 1
Sean felt weight bearing down on his upper body. Forcing him down. His form descended, taken to a knee. Chambering, before attempting to push up. Trying to erect his form. Raising to a standing position, despite the less than advantageous position of his head.
'Got me good, don't 'cha, ********?' He growled, as this upward motion progressed. Arms raising. Fists thrown to the midsection of his opponent. The sides, ribs. Attempting to brutalize his way out.
Fri Dec 12, 2008 4:14 pm · id 172908891 · page 1
Oh man, this kid was going to be a fighter. Hopefully, this was a sign of an epic fight to come, right? Either way, as Valentine was trying to get himself away from his opponent, the man had decided to get a couple of hits in. There wasn't much of anything Valentine could do against something such as this. The first fist had caught Valentine in his left set of ribs. After that one, the next punch would catch his right set. Valentine had figured that the man wouldn’t go for more than two, but he was wrong. Another would catch his left side, below the ribs and one on the right at his upper ribs. God damn, these were going to leave some bruises. Lucky for The King, his opponent’s positioning wasn’t exactly best so they would lose some of their power. Even then he was going to have to try and avoid and swift movements, lest they be injured anymore than they already had been. Valentine’s gritted his teeth, as he decided, that he was definitely going to act fast to avoid being hit a fifth time.
What to do, what to do. It wasn’t as if he actually had the time to think of something to do. So, before he could think about it, his subconscious would do it for him. His hands would move from their positioning on the man’s back, towards his neck. They would reposition themselves, so that could cup the back of his neck. After which, Valentine would pressure forwards whilst he pulled his opponent towards him. The right knee of Valentine would launch itself at his opponent’s face, more specifically his nose. Valentine would make the assumption that his attack was going to land with no problems, and attempt to move backwards step or two. That was until his recently damaged ribs would slow him down some.
4/10
Fri Dec 12, 2008 4:39 pm · id 172911270 · page 1
Succesive blows landed.
So did a knee.
The decisive sound of skin on skin rung out. Sean's only defensive measure was turning his head ever so slightly, with the impact now focused upon his cheek. It still hurt. Believe that. But a broken nose would have hurt a whole lot worse, save for a fractured cheek. Which he hoped hadn't happened, but wasn't about to worry.
Nevertheless, his head snapped back. Knee collapsing inward. The man know kneeling before Val, as that man stepped back. His right eye was screwed shut, that particular side of his face being that which had been impacted.
'Ow.. ********..'
Val's such an a*****e.
Fri Dec 12, 2008 5:13 pm · id 172914154 · page 1
What? It hit? Like seriously? Sweet! Oh man, Valentine was about 5 seconds away from busting a nut right about now. This was really sad, because it was only one hit. Unfortunately, his opponent steered it off course, allowing him to keep him from getting enough rhinoplasty to look like Michael Jackson. Since, his opponent didn’t attempt to chase after him; he was able to successfully get out of the, grabbing range. Of course, he would put himself right back in it to some extent. Planting his left foot, spinning the hips, and bringing his right shin around, he would attempt to kick the man in the head. Its target would be his left ear; the attacking part of the leg would be his lower shin. With any luck, the kick would collide with the man’s’ head, and leave him open to some more punishment. A Shining Fist to be more specific.
5/10
Fri Dec 12, 2008 5:49 pm · id 172917463 · page 1
Quick decision!
Sean's head dipped. The kick caught nothing but air as it flew overhead. Even with one eye shut, he was tracking his opponent. The kick came as no suprise. Val should to be less predictable.
That said, what Sean did next wasn't exactly revolutionary. As the centrifugal force of the roundhouse kick rotation undoubtedly sent Val into some sort of rotation, the young warrior struck. Just as the evasive maneuver was utilized, he'd be leaning forward onto the ball of his leading foot. Launching forth after the shinkick passed over, into a rushing dive to catch Val's rooted leg (the one that wasn't extended into a kick).
Of course, to the ultimate point of a single-leg takedown of sorts. Sean's shoulder aimed for the thigh, hand attemping to hook around ankle. The former used as a point of leverage for the latter to sweep the leg.
It was up to Val from there.
Fri Dec 12, 2008 6:10 pm · id 172919375 · page 1
Aw damn it. Valentine’s kick had hardly been a round house; since he was more of a Muay Thai man he rarely used them. Regardless, it’d missed and his opponent responded. Ah, st another take down attempt. The difference between this on and the last was it being successful. Valentine would bring his right leg back to the ground, only for him have already on his descent to the grass. There was no need for his opponent to get any form of leverage as he was going down with just, the charge. The 6’1” man would fall to the ground his, left side landing first. Damn did his hip hurt from that, and to make things worse he was on the ground. Anyone, who had fought Valentine knew he hated being on the ground. It was far too tiresome for a lazy b***d such as himself, though that would encompass most fighting in general.
Now, from this positioning one might wonder what our sextacular hero might do. Well, he was going to beat that kid. For the man to have done a single leg, it would mean that his head was up at Valentine’s waist. This in turn meant that he wasn’t going to be able to punch this guy and do a lot of damage. So, he’d use something more effective at such close range, his elbows. Valentine’s left hand would grab at his opponent’s head attempting to hold it in place, whilst his right elbow would maneuver itself to come crashing down on the kid’s dome. With any luck, he’d get the kid to get the ******** off of him, or at least make him a little dizzy.
6/10
Fri Dec 12, 2008 6:44 pm · id 172922743 · page 1
Though his opponent was skilled in his quest to bash Sean's head in, young Spartacus wasn't about to let that happen. He had a better idea.
This began with a successful takedown. Which, as you can see had happened without a hitch. Save for that hitch earlier. But let's not count that, 'cause sprawl 'n brawl is bullshit.
Anyway, the takedown was a success. Sean was down by the man's legs afterward, far too close to the dude's a**. This wasn't a pleasent situation, thus Sean wasn't about to remain that way. Promptly, he stood up on his knees. The leg he'd used to take Val to the ground was trapped between those knees, as Spartacus had cross his ankles and squeezed his thighs inward.
Needless to say, he was pretty much out of hand-striking range, much less elbow. Unless his opponent sat up, which would be a problem.
If Val remained prone, stop reading here.
If he had sat up before throwing that elbow, it'd be blocked with a raise of Sean's forearm. The opposite hand thrown in a upward diagonal hook. Hopefully connecting, and causing atleast a short daze. As to allow Sean to proceed.
Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:14 pm · id 172936173 · page 1
Well, at this point there was no reason for Valentine to ever throw the elbow since his opponent had gotten up. This was definitely going to be annoying, how will the kid fight with a dude holding his leg like that? Wait a minute; this positioning was almost perfect for a ground and pound. That definitely was not good for Valentine. So, the question is how in the hell will Valentine save himself? He would do, just about all he could do, punch at the dude as best he could from his shitty position. Approximately 3-5 punches would be thrown starting with his left, before he stopped to see the effect of his punches.
7/10
Sat Dec 13, 2008 5:35 pm · id 172993991 · page 1
Ack!
Sean ducked down, arm thrown over his head. His torso rested against Val's hip and side, the arm against the top of his head. This wasn't a defensive move, as much as it was for rest. And a moment of thought. Though, it wasn't easy with blows glancing off his skull.
It would pay off rather quick, as what to do next was fairly obvious.
Get the back. But how?
He had an idea. By leaning to the right just a bit, he was able to shift the leg trap to between his a** and leg, with a retreating sit up putting pressure on it by literally sitting on Val's thigh. From there, his left leg was able to free it's self, and quickly attempt to step over Val's free leg.
At that moment, both hands clutched the loose fabric of his faggoty outfit. Like a Judo Gi, it served as a prudent hand hold to anchor the young warrior in place.
'Ridin' time, Tinkerbell.' He growled, a grin arising.
Sat Dec 13, 2008 5:42 pm · id 172994632 · page 2
Ack!
Sean ducked down, arm thrown over his head. His torso rested against Val's hip and side, the arm against the top of his head. This wasn't a defensive move, as much as it was for rest. And a moment of thought. Though, it wasn't easy with blows glancing off his skull.
It would pay off rather quick, as what to do next was fairly obvious.
Get the back. But how?
He had an idea. By leaning to the right just a bit, he was able to shift the leg trap to between his a** and leg, with a retreating sit up putting pressure on it by literally sitting on Val's thigh. From there, his left leg was able to free it's self, and quickly attempt to step over Val's free leg.
At that moment, both hands clutched the loose fabric of his faggoty outfit. Like a Judo Gi, it served as a prudent hand hold to anchor the young warrior in place.
'Ridin' time, Tinkerbell.' He growled, a grin arising.
Sun Dec 14, 2008 6:50 pm · id 173088780 · page 2
What would Valentine do? He'd put his forearms to cover the world's most beautiful mug. "Ya know, last I heard that I was saying it to your mom."
Sun Dec 14, 2008 10:48 pm · id 173107824 · page 2
The leg went over.
Sean groped for the top shoulder of his opponent's attire, and would then attempt to use that grasp to roll the man over, and mount the back.
If we was successful, blows would rain down on the back of the poor guy's skull.
Also: 'My mother eats little faggots like you for breakfast.'