Stephen vs Fox

--shiiiink... CLUNK-

Turning into the booth as he closes the door, Fox, dressed to kill... and to ********, looked towards the would-be opponent. The man in black was not only confused, but he also had a semi boner.

"What is this? I thought I was meeting a client. I was promised a broad. I'm not doing gay s**t.

Goddamn cop guy."

Fox was sort of a gigolo now, although having sex with someone inside a radio station was beyond him.

"Ök, I get it. We're supposed to fight...

-whooomph-- Fiercely gripping one of them microphones and jamming his finger into the one button that would cut the music, Fox would begin shouting, letting the mass know...

"GET READY TO HEAR THE SWEET SOUND OF MY FOOT UP SOMEONE'S a**!!!" ---

Fox would turn his head, whispering at his opponent

---"Sorry for the trash talk-- you kno-- it's..."

-SWOOSH-

Suddenly, FIRST ATTACK:

Fox would ninja roll over the table in an attempt to strike at the opponent with his right heel as it comes down from the roll. Whatever he could get first, he'd like to hit.

[1] or some s**t.

C. Fox Wrote:

-whooomph-- Fiercely gripping one of them microphones and jamming his finger into the one button that would cut the music, Fox would begin shouting, letting the mass know...

"GET READY TO HEAR THE SWEET SOUND OF MY FOOT UP SOMEONE'S a**!!!" ---

*RECORD SCRATCH*

With a quick snap of the head so fast it was a miracle that it didn't break the sound barrier, the dervish shot a caustic, demented glare at his opponent.

"You... you threw off my rock."

C.Fox Wrote:

Fox would turn his head, whispering at his opponent

---"Sorry for the trash talk-- you kno-- it's..."

"You. Threw off. My Rock."

C.Fox Wrote:

-SWOOSH-

Suddenly, FIRST ATTACK:

Fox would ninja roll over the table in an attempt to strike at the opponent with his right heel as it comes down from the roll. Whatever he could get first, he'd like to hit.

Stephen would spin his body around while gripping the microphone (stand and all) in his hands like a bo staff. He braced it in front of himself so that Fox's heel would collide with the steel pole rather than himself. His headphones would flip off to the side as the set up was swung violently, still connected to his mp3 Player but no longer resting on the now inactivate mic.

But really, that wasn't the issue on his mind right now.

"YOU! THREW OFF! MY ROCK!"

He would then shove back as hard as possible, chucking the mic along with it in order to get Fox to back off long enough to grab his phones with his right hand. He would slam them back in place on his head, and follow up by drawing his short blade with his left hand. At this point he pretty much looked keen to climb up on the table and go Jason Voorhees on a b***h, but fortunately for all parties involved this was a non-lethal tournament and pissed or not, Stephen was not looking to murderize Fox.

Break every last bone in his body for interrupting his jam session however? Oh, you better ********’ believe it.

[1/1710] ((Edited for correct round count. So used to 17 I just kinda did it subconsciously... ))

C. Fox Wrote:

"GrrrrrAAHHH!!''

The noise would be loud enough to disrupt the music on the headphones, since last Stephen checked AC/DC's Shoot To Thrill didn't have men grunting loudly in the background as if they were Lou Ferrigno The Incredible Hulk.

Seriously, this guy just had something against the classics!

C. Fox Wrote:

Fox would rocket up, slamming both palms under the table, in an attempt to tip/flip over the desk towards his opponent, using the momentum from his spring.

Stephen's fanboy rage would be interrupted as the table came tipping upwards towards him. Nothing good could come from this, so he rushed forward to try and prevent it from coming any further forward - by slamming his hand into it at high speed and channeling his energy.

Quote:** Wrote:

Shock Shell: Sutiiven launches an orb of energy from his hand which detonates on command or upon collision with a solid object. The explosion releases a 25 sq. ft. spherical shock wave intended to knock anyone in range off of their feet. R2. (Spiritual Ability)

C. Fox Wrote:

...In any case, he'd boot the table once it was tipped to his opponent side, using it as a projectile of some sort

As Stephen felt the table start to push against his hand, he would launch the attack, attempting to blow back Fox and clear some spa-

...wait a minute, I feel like I'm forgetting something...

Quote:** Wrote:

Shock Shell: Sutiiven launches an orb of energy from his hand which detonates on command or upon collision with a solid object. The explosion releases a 25 sq. ft. spherical shock wave intended to knock anyone in range off of their feet. R2. (Spiritual Ability)

...Oh my.

So as Stephen released the energy at point blank range, the blast would send himself screaming back into the protective class and sending very precise audio equipment toppling and crashing about as the energy erupted from the center of the small space. With any luck it would be enough to knock the table back onto Fox and maybe hurt his kicking leg but DAMN it was clear that the blond didn't give a care about his own safety right now.

This would be quite a mess to clean up, but if the commentators wanted a show then they were going to effing get one!

[2/1710]

((Edited for correct round count. So used to 17 I just kinda did it subconsciously... ))

Somewhere in a dank, dark studio all blacklit and reaking of stale marijuana, a crusty DJ was hunched over a large desk. The desk, a rich mahogany, had a top that was fully saturated in burned CDs, burned out patch bays, at least three operating computers, and all kinds of highly technical brick'r'brack. There was a large flatscreen monitor on the wall up behind the workplace where the battle betweem Stephen and Fox raged on.

But it wasn't raging quite enough for this pirate of the airwaves, and what better time to make his mark than during HoH 2011?

"I got this, I got this," He murmured, skimming all the clutter as all four computer screens displayed an ENTER prompt at the center of the screen, "Yeeeah, I've got a lock. Now c'mon, c'mon...."

The room was silent as he fished around patiently, aside from the sound of clutter being molested and a cacophonious sound captured inside the large earphones the stoner DJ pirate wore. He knocked a full ashtray down onto the floor but didn't seem to care.

"Got it! Alright alright..."

Bzzt!

-Open-

Finangle. Drop disc. Curse and re-insert.

Bzzt!

"Here we go!" The Pirate slammed down on the enter key and shoved his face to the right, nearly smacking his teeth into a duct taped studio mic that was probably mounted to the edge of the table behind the computers. Meanwhile, back at the fight between Fox and Stephen, a new announcer entered the ring.

"HEAVEN OR-"

Back in his lair, the pirate smashed another button and music began to assault the arena.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It is somewhat ignorant to face someone wielding real weapons, while you were holding some plastic, less than lethal round object.

But.

Fox was crazy like that. He's likely to grab anything and try to hit you with it. In this case... it didn't go exactly his way...

-Kriish-

The vinyl crashed onto the opponent's blade. and it actually went in pieces. Not from the parry but from the speed that Fox swung at.

****** it, Fox didn't give a st about the Beatles anyways.

"Hmph-- ffu- !"

Catching a glimpse of the blade, Fox nearly shat his pants, where he reacted by leaning his torso back and launching a left sidekick at Stephen's center of the body, thrusting his foot to push Stephen away from him, which was the kick's intention.

Somewhere along the lines, Fox got hit in the cheek when he leaned back, which caused Fox to stumble backwards right after the kick.

-thud, thud-

Fox avoided a fall, though, by gripping on a chair with his right hand. A chair that just so happened to be there. The chair rolled back a bit, so it meant it had wheels.

And Fox was going to use them.

"I'm gonna get you, man!"

Fox spun the chair towards him, took a dash and hopped on the chair, with both hands holding and one foot planted on it, skating his way towards Stephen

[4/10]

Yes, a hard shove. No homo, of course.

Joke's on you, though! Fox had the balls, but he wasn't entirely stupid. He wouldn't throw himself at his opponent like that without having a back up plan. It wasn't Fox's intention to just "skate" towards Stephen. He'd do something about whatever happened next, according to the situation

In which..

His opponent had side stepped at a 45 degree angle, just waiting for Fox to go past by and then... strike?

Hah!

Fox had two good arms, which he mostly used to masturbate... and grab a**... but they're also good for fighting!

Honestly, Fox wanted to crash head on, but at the slightest twitch, Fox would go to plan B, which was to...

I dunno. Hit Stephen or something.

When Stephen stepped to the right, Fox took the chance to extend his own right arm, aiming to strike at Stephen's free neck (while the arm was away!) just as he passed by, with the crook of his arm and part of the forearm. Like a.. ah... like a JAGUAR.. targeting it's prey!! Fox had swung his arm himself, as if he wanted to punch hard, instead of just using the chair's momentum.

The move itself would cause Stephen's elbow to hit the back instead and keep the blade from touching/slashing, M' guessing this was the safest option, also the easiest to get around the sword.

..So yeah, it all came down to a CLOTHESLINE.

Kinda likedouble clotheslinin\', though. Since, upon collision, Fox would lose all that is called balance and fall off the chair, onto his back.

"Huuoh!!"

Fox would land flat, keeping in mind that his opponent was armed, so he'd tried to move his right arm out, regardless of position.

[5/10]

(edit number fix)