Jay vs Darren

Jay. s. Borne (Team Gaians with attitude.) vs Darren Blackthorne. (Team DARE)

Grudge match!!

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The Crimson Hawk Kitchen

Many a bellies have been sated by the food served from this kitchen. World class chefs toil around the clock to appease the needs of the hungry contestants of Heaven or Hell. But only the most prestigious of designers are hired by the Noah Foundation to carefully orchestrate such a perfect kitchen.

However, as much as everything is top of the line and brand new. This will all be demolished and refurbished to suit the new, demanding digestive systems of yet another horde of hungry warriors. Noah has sanctioned a free-for-all destructo match to help celebrate the on coming of a bright culinary future.

But please, remember to save room for dessert. You cultureless barbarians.

General- Stainless steel and cutlery varnish the walls, the table, and work stations. The floor is slip resistant, to make sure all the chefs are safe and sound. All stoves are propane to provide the most exquisite hot meal.

Weapons- Spatulas, whisks, spoons, forks, knives, cutting boards, glasses, frying oil, toothpicks, pots, pans, lids, foods and anything else your starving heart desires.

Natural Element Resource- Fire (from propane stoves)

Bonus Effects- One would find it hard to slip in this stage, however, a little grease goes a long way...

Buzz.

Buzz.

Buzz.

Edward Queensborough Wrote:

"You're fighting Jay again, LOL. Hawk's Kitchen, get there ASAP, good luck f*****t."

"Who the ******** is Jay?" Sad but true, Darren honestly didn't recall ever fighting someone by that name, but that didn't stop him from rushing toward the location described in the text. Seeing as he was already in the Crimson Hawk, it wouldn't take him too long to reach the Kitchen, but right as he closed the door of his room he paused. Opening the door once more by using the key-card, casually his left arm reached inside the crack of the door, feeling around with his hand until it felt what it sought. Wrapping around the handle of his Sledgehammer, dragging the head of the weapon across the ground until it slipped through the door his arm snaked into, and the door closed firmly after it managed to sneak past.

Then he was on the move, walking down the hallway of the Hawk, and toward his destination with great haste. Upon arriving, he'd reach into a pocket with his free hand, fishing out a wad of money. Handing it to a person holding a remote just before he actually stepped into the Kitchen, giving him a smirk, and a simple nod of the head. It was time. Soon, the Kitchen's surround sound began to blare music(because who doesn't want to listen to music while they cook?). Drowning out whatever his opponent chose to play once they had arrived. More shock value than anything, who would actually be prepared for a random burst of music, that rumbled the speakers attached to the walls inside of the Kitchen.

"Sleeping beauty?" Well I'll be damned. It was in fact, the girl he put to sleep in Fire Cat's, now everything was coming back to him. Meeting Edward for the first time, defeating both Jay, and Bishop one after the other. Jay foolishly attempting to sabotage his drink, giving Edward his order, being accepted on Team DARE. Everything was there. Darren was definitely going to enjoy this, that was apparent, his facial expression sold that more so than anything. That smile, that god damn smile, from ear to ear. Psychotic, and bloodthirsty enough to make the Joker blush.

Darren's appearance was vastly different this time around, it was more casual than business, extremely casual actually. A simple white tank-top suited the top half of his body, faded gray jeans, and a pair of classic high-top Adidas. Hair just as messy as it had been before, and his sledgehammer had instantly been switched to his robotic limb upon entering the Kitchen completely. Hanging it from his shoulder as he stared at his opponent. "Are you ready this time, sweetheart?" Rhetorical question, of course she was ready, and Darren definitely wasn't going to take it easy on her this time around. Heaven or Hell was a lot different than your average pub fight, a great deal of money was involved, as was fame.

It was time...

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"Are you love? Drown with me." He licked his lips briefly before her feint, but once she began to move he just went back to his smile.

Darren didn't bite at the feint, infact, it barely looked like he noticed. The maniacal laughter of his charge was quite absurd, exaggerated like a comical movie villain. One part insanity, two parts hilarious. The push off his mechanical leg was impressive, the distance between them didn't exist anymore. His right mechanical arm thrust the sledgehammer at Jay's stomach, it was one handed but it was a hard strike, fitting of his absurd mechanical limb.

His body was square with her, no foot forward and no arm forward. Wrestlers transitioning to striking often held this stance, for much as Darren was a mad brawler, he was a grappler at heart. As he thrust out with the sledgehammer his head ducked down low, his left human arm shooting low and grabbing for the bottom of her pretty little dress. The hunched over square strike left him with no guard, but Darren didn't need it.

Either she'd avoid the sledgehammer and step deeper toward his left arm, and thus the grab, or she'd eat the sledgehammer to the gut and get grabbed by the dress. Darren would likely take a strike or two for his troubles, but it didn't matter to him.

If he managed to grab her dress he'd have his four fingers on the inside, and the thumb on the outside. He'd then wrap it around his wrist for more leverage and pull while at the same time shortening the grip on his sledgehammer till his mechanical hand touched the head and shove with both the hammer and his shoulder while pulling the dress, attempting to literally knock her off her feet.

If she managed to avoid the dress grab, by either backing up or doing something else, he'd have to re-evaluate, but Darren didn't really think that far ahead while on his feet. Darren was no striker. All the while, his absurd laugh never ceased, his maniacal smile never left, his eyes barely blinked.

[2]

Darren knew once the dress began to rip that he was going to get hit, and likely hard. His first reaction would normally be to shoot off his right leg and go for the single or double leg, but the chances of that seemed slim with the reality that he could see her feet dancing her to the right toward the metal counter top nearest to them. So as the crowbar connected he forward rolled with the blow, literally somersaulting to his back while spreading his legs. Dropping the Sledgehammer as he rolled. The crowbar still connected, scraping across his skull and causing him to bleed.

So as she began to step his forward left leg made contact with one of her retreating legs(which ever was facing most toward Darren) as he rolled, this allowed him to immediately curl it around her calf/heel, preventing her from hoisting herself atop the cabinet. His human arm grabbed for her heel, while his other leg blocked knee of Jay from the outside and X'd with his outside foot, with the full rap he found himself in a modified De la Riva Guard without the sleeve control.

He wouldn't have time to do anything else before she was allowed to react, but with control of her near leg she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "A shame, really. If you just wore some frilly panties this would be a nice view." Darren's absurd grin rapidly turned to that of a coy one, a playful expression on his face. Now that he felt comfortable in his world, there was no need to be so serious. All the while his blood stained the surface of the kitchen, pouring from the rear of his skull, making it more and more slippery. There was a reason these places required non-slip shoes.

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The moment she began to move without trying to extradite her leg or pass his guard he acted, his human leg kicked at her back knee, the one he wasn't wrapping. This would widen her stance, he suddenly and without warning whipped his body upward, hips driving hard as he 'grapplers lifted' up so his chest was against the leg he wrapped. The dress was on his face at this point, but the closed distance prevented her attempt at whipping him like he was in a high school locker room.

With his metal leg still wrapped around her leg, and his right metal arm now hugging her thigh with his human hand still grabbing her ankle he dragged his metal leg backward, toward himself while driving his shoulders into her thigh and pulling at her ankle with his human arm. At the same time his human leg planted on the ground and he explosively rose to his feet, his metal leg kicking hard as he dragged it back. This would literally use his leg and hand to pull her foot out from under her.

The driving shoulder and the earlier kick to her outside knee would likely be enough to send her crashing down, or in this case her back against the metal bench with Darren's upper body ontop of her. He would keep hugging her leg with his metal arm, but as he pulled his human hand it would eventually release her ankle.

With a shake of his head he would lose the dress, and throw his human fist half blind at her head, the force was impressive but due to being basically chest to chest with her while holding her leg, he didn't generate any true crushing force.

What mattered was that they were grappling now.

[4]

Was about all Darren could really say as he was struck with a frying pan handle/frying pan across the head. He didn't stay still long after that, however. In their pseudo sexual position Darren had quite the advantage. When she wrapped her leg around him while he was still holding the other it only made the next effort all the easier.

His free human hand gripped her bikini strap and his mechanical arm squeezed the leg hard as he suddenly stepped back, literally picking her up and aligning her head with the edge of the metal table. He fingers were gripping the wound on his head and his hair, her leg was wrapped and he he had control of her upper and lower body. Time for a ride.

With a raise over his head using his impressive strength combined with the mechanical force of his limbs he effortlessly hurled her up, and then down, still holding her in a power bomb style slam. The back of her head would smash into the edge of the metal table, in a normal person that would certainly knock them unconscious.

But just in case it didn't, he continued the slam all the way to the tile floor, following her down and making sure he stayed in completely control. If the bikini was ripped or remove, so be it, he'd just grip her shoulder/hair in transition. Hell, he didn't even need the control or power with his metal arm and her own leg wrapped around him.

Go to sleep, b***h.

[5]

Well, she wasn't going down. Time to change tactics, before she could fully get the knee between them he pressed chest to chest with her, releasing her leg and bear hugging around her waist. The knee kept him from fully closing in on her, but he was close enough to prevent it from hitting him the jaw. Instead it struck him somewhere in the chest and then got pinned there by his embrace. He buried his head into her breasts, the intent was to hide his chin from attack, but the outcome was far more amusing.

Then with force he drove his head toward her right armpit and spun around her body, ending up behind her with his arms still wrapped around her stomach. A standing standing back control. All these actions were one motion, rapid and sudden without pause and without breaks. He remained in each position except the final for less then a second.

Then, without thought Darren jumped up releasing his grip on her waist and suddenly his legs were around her waist, making a figure four, metal leg around the waist, human leg gripping the metal foot under the knee. His arms did something different, however. Since she was holding herself up with her arms, she couldn't defend her neck. His metal arm slide under his chin, driving hard in case she tucked it, and his human bicep and forearm clamped down on the metal hand at the crick of his own arm. The human hand slide behind the head, and he squeezed with the metal arm and actually pushed her head toward the metal arm with the rear human hand, almost like he was trying to slice her head off. The choke would be immediate, and do the body triangle around her waist it would be nearly impossible to shake him off. Not to mention the crushing force of his metal leg squeezing her ribs. Human legs had broken peoples ribs in the body triangle, his metal one was sure to do so.

Worse of all? All these motions were fast, with little time to react. Even if she dropped from her perch at some point during the motions he still had time to do it, it didn't matter if she hanging or on her feet. Standing grappling was still grappling.

"Sleep now, beautiful. Sleep." He whispered in her ear, a smile of delight on his face. The blood from his wound marked the room, the swelling on his head marked the damage from the pan. He had taken wounds, his sheer toughness was all that allowed him to ignore them and keep grappling.

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Oof.

Back slammed into the edge of the table and they landed in a standard back mount, arms still constricting her. He hadn't realized she was unconscious yet, and he was pissed.

"SON OF A b***h! YOU WHOR- Oh."

She was out cold, so he simply released her neck. He didn't immediately release his body triangle, in case she was playing possum. He poked her exposed eyeball very lightly. She didn't react, she was out.

Releasing the body triangle he stood up and fished inside his pockets. Inside said pockets was a throwing dart, used in the popular bar game. He looked around, nothing to throw it at. Oh well, he'd get his revenge for being unable to do this last time he choked this girl out.

"I'm getting stupid loose." He stretched dramatically, and as he did he suddenly flapped his arms like a bird. "C-C-CAW~" He yelled, arching his body back with his right metal arm high holding the dart, he forced his body forward and threw the dart at full force at the wall, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"MOUNTAIN TOP!" The dart hit the wall and bounced off, but that wasn't the point. Last time he beat this girl, her little boyfriend stopped him from throwing his dart, and sure he beat that fool into unconsciousness too, but still. It was a mental victory for him

Then he leaned down, grabbing her dress and wrapping it around his head like a turban. He walked over to the fridge, got out some chicken and threw it in a pan, added some spices and st, ya know, cookin' st and what not. He heat up the pan and began to cook, whistling Dixie as he did. When she woke up, he'd share a meal with his victim. For whatever reason he fancied to attempt to befriend Jay, and so this was his Olive branch for choking her out a bunch. Hey, some women liked being choked!

Why wear her dress as a turban? Who knows, Darren was weird.

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