« Prev 1 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: Bittersweet Symphony~♫ [Ryker, Open] (Read 153 times) emil Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bittersweet Symphony~♫ [Ryker, Open] « Jun 10, 2009 12:23:19 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top CRACK~!! Face? Meet concrete. The pain was pretty damn close to being excruciating. Emil curled over as his face hit the pavement, trying his best to keep from passing out. Hardly able to see as is, the blood drooling into his eye sockets only made his squinting worse. His body lay limp at first on the ground, but a sudden twitch ran through his body. He struggled to his knees, then eventually staggered to his feet, his back facing his opponent. There was a voice that called from behind him... Taunting him. The crowd around the two cheered and roared for blood. They wanted it, they needed it, they CRAVED it. The beginning of the fight didn't go so well, Emil had lost his balance and totally messed up his trademark dropkick and wound up leaving a huge gap for his opponent to work with. We'll give him the name, "Miles" for now. Miles took complete advantage and literally pounded on Emil, but in defense of Emil, he didn't just curl up in a ball and give up. He landed his own blows as well, just not nearly as effective as Miles'. Fast forward back to Emil's current state, he stood, still back facing Miles. He laughed. The laughter cackled through the warehouse alleyway, it silenced through the crowd. Emil couldn't help but feel that this fight was simply comical. The fat, balding Miles grew agitated with his humorous behavior and shouted out at his opponent... "WHAT'S SO FUNNY, PRETTY BOY?!" Emil brought his laughter to a slight chuckle and simply replied with... "You ACTUALLY think... you've won... don't you?" There was a short pause, Emil turned to face his opponent. A devilish grin glued to his face, he rolled back his shoulders and gestured for Miles to take another crack at him. Miles was only too happy to oblige to such a request. The fat man made a charge at Emil, both arms outstretched so grab him and squeeze whatever oxygen was left in this boys lungs. Emil had experienced being in fight clubs, he knew this maneuver and definitely how to counter it. With the slightest of motions, he took one step forward toward Miles and brought his fist, already curled into a ball, to connect with his opponents jaw. The sheer momentum and force behind the blow clearly was not expected on Miles' part, throwing him on his back. Emil simply took the same advantage Miles had on him earlier on in the fight and began to literally pound him into the concrete. Blood shot in every which direction, The card board flooring already stained freshly with it's new red and black finish. The crowd cheered for him to continue, he heard taunts to kill the poor bastard, but Emil simply ignored the cheers and taunts. He was in his own little world. The crack of flesh and bone... It was a beautiful symphony and he was its conductor. Miles began to tap out, his eyes slowly drifting closed with the bruises already bulging around the sockets. Emil honored the tap out and got up from his position, on top of the battered Miles. Getting up, he skipped to his feet and bowed playfully to the crowd who was still chanting and screaming for more violence. That piece was absolutely marvelous, but was there anyone out there ready to make some more music with him...? "Next~?" « Last Edit: Jun 15, 2009 10:54:28 GMT -6 by emil » Back to Top   ryker Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bittersweet Symphony~♫ [Ryker, Open] « Jun 10, 2009 15:45:39 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top God only knows how someone like Ryker ended up at a makeshift fight club, trapped between warehouses, the ring little more than cardboard spread out over a small section of ground. But there was little he could do once he saw the fight, sadly unsurprised to find such brutality in America, as he had known for quite some time that things such as these were all too common. But he wasn't happy with just watching, he wanted to find a way to put an end to it, but he knew there was no way to stop it. It would just crop up somewhere else and he would never find it again, and if that wasn't the case he would never know otherwise. Ryker frowned as he stepped through the crowd, shoving them away left and right.as he walked up to make himself known to the already bloodied fighter. Maybe if he won and told them off they would decide to leave, or he would be beaten to death by grouchy fans, but either way he couldn't find himself backing down. Wearing just a white tee-shirt and jeans with sneakers there was nothing to really make him look all that intimidating other than his natural muscle, unique hair and eyebrows, and his angry glare. "Yeah, whatever. Is there a sign in sheet or should I just knock you down?" Back to Top   emil Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bittersweet Symphony~♫ [Ryker, Open] « Jun 14, 2009 13:34:00 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Enthusiastic! I like it. Won't do you too well though." The next combatant stepped into the ring of concrete and cardboard, Emil's face lit up with absolute anticipation. This was his first real fight against someone his own age from around the area. Maybe the boy would prove him otherwise that this whole place wasn't filled pansies. Assuming his fighting stance, Emil thought to shake things up a bit, and not go in for the first move. A smirk plastered across his face, he made the quick gesture for Ryker to come at him. He wanted to see what the guy was really made of. Because... In all honesty, you can tell a lot about a fighter within the first few moves. So why not make a fast analysis whilst formulating a way of attack against his opponent? Emil was a stood high, legs spaced out in order for quick maneuverability against whatever was thrown at him. "Well, come on, sunshine. Don't got all day, ya know~?" He spoke, taunting his opponent just a teensy little bit. Just to see if that would seethe the boiling pot. Back to Top   ryker Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bittersweet Symphony~♫ [Ryker, Open] « Jun 14, 2009 14:26:52 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Ryker was someone who was used to taking the initiative in a fight, he was the aggressive sort in a scrap because he wanted to end the fight as fast as possible. So there wasn't much doubt when given the opportunity that he would do it.Taking the basic warrior stance was practically instinctual by this point, his left foot shifted around seven inches forward, his arms raised so his elbows were tucked parallel with his chest, and his fists held in front of him. The opening move was started immediately after, his right shoulder raised as his left dropped down a couple inches, his fist staying at at chin level as it jerked forward. While his opponent's eyes would be interested in avoiding being struck by a punch Ryker had driven his left foot forward and drilled the kneecap, with enough strength that hyper extending the knee was an entirely plausible start to this fight. Back to Top   emil Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bittersweet Symphony~♫ [Ryker, Open] « Jun 15, 2009 10:53:54 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Emil could only watch as the fist came towards him, the blood from the previous fight still blurring his vision. His first instinct was to avoid the punch, so as Ryker came towards him, Emil followed through with his instinct and automatically went in for sweep grapple. It was simple and effective, not flashy whatsoever, but would get Ryker on the floor. Emil simply took a side-step and attempted to avoid the attack on his knee. Going in to grasp Ryker's arm mid-punch, but most definitely not expecting the drilling of his knee-cap, Emil's counter would come together nicely thanks to his opponent's attack. With one arm held, he would not allow his opponent to retract his leg, his left hand now extended down to grasp the back of Ryker's thigh. With this position, Emil would jut forward and drill his opponent into the ground. Emil was a big guy, he had enough force to bring the kid down to the ground without a doubt. The counter would be executed perfectly thanks to the fact that Emil simply side stepped in order to avoid the attack on his knee. The sweep grapple was a basic MMA maneuver, nothing crazy or diffcult to execute, but formed strangely due to the positioning Emil and the opposing combatant had been in. Emil decided that now was the most appropriate time to form an arm bar and lock his opponent in for a quick and easy tap out. Now that Ryker was on the ground, Emil would have to move quickly. His opponent would definitely be stunned at the fact that the counter had driven him to the ground. Emil circled over Ryker and held his right arm in an arm-bar position. With enough pressure in this position, you could break anyone's arm... So, this is what Emil began to do. Apply pressure, little by little, making sure the poor guy would tap out. « Last Edit: Jun 16, 2009 11:24:03 GMT -6 by emil » Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first