« 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: Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] (Read 459 times) will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 1:27:34 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "I'm sorry Mr. Fletcher, but this is the largest size we have available..." His gravelled and stern features glaring down at the prefect (or whatever he was) signified his annoyance as he held the fatigues in one massive hand, looking at the size labels. Even at triple-extra large, his arms and chest would simply shred the material if he tried to button this stupid shirt up, though at the least he'd be able to improvise with the combat pants. Growling in annoyance, he flung the over-shirt back at the flunky. "Dae somethin' about that, an' make sure naeb'dy gie's me any shite fir bein' out'a uniform." he drawled, turning away and walking back into the changing rooms. In a leisurely pace, he switched out his custom-made clothing for the fatigue pants, somewhat placated that they were loose enough to accommodate his thick legs without too much difficulty, and at the same time didn't hang off of his waist. Foregoing any of the button-down shirts, he simply left his own white undershirt on, adding in the boots to finish this ridiculous look. Why, of the choice between Fremont and Knox, he'd ended up here was beyond him. It would serve as a warning for him to actually -read- the brochures next time instead of leaving it to Seth to arrange it on his behalf. As a result, he was already in a foul mood when he left the registrars building. Of course, Murphy's law dictated that something had to happen to push the volatile Irishman further, and the instant he felt the hand on his shoulder (an impressive feat at his height), he stopped and practically snarled the words out. "Whit?" "Why aren't you in uniform, don't you know where you are?" came the response, an uppity senior, probably only six inches shorter than him and reasonably built himself. If there was anyone who was likely to push Will, this was the type. "Mah uniforms at yer maws house, tell her no' tae stain my whites again if she wants another fuck." he retorted sharply, shrugging his shoulder to dislodge the hand as he turned around to face the similarly clad youth. Impressively, the first punch came quickly enough that he didn't really see it coming, and it was hard enough to force his head to turn into the impact, but that would be all. Glaring against the fist, his right palm shot out, clamping around the throat of the boy who'd been stupid enough to be in the Irishmans presence at the wrong moment. Immediately after getting his hand in place, he began to squeeze the life from the boy as he shot punches from his left into his face, each one dealing further damage to teeth and cartilage with every shot. He didn't care if anyone could see him, even if it was in public view, Will just let the red mist descend. It was always more interesting that way. None of those pesky moments of moral questioning. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 1:47:27 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top There were certain situations that a smart person would avoid. Among these situations were terrorist attacks and raging giants. Unfortunately, Samuel's values kept him away from his best interests at times. Samuel had been been exitting the building, needing to head back to his dorm to switch out some of his books. However, where Sam's eyes landed suggested that he would be late to class today. That, or quite possibly dead. Samuel immediately began sprinting in the direction as six foot ten giant of complete muscle obliterated another student that was larger than Samuel, who himself was more built than most students. He was like a midget at a dwarf festival. Without an appointed Captain, Samuel had found himself taking upon the role of peacekeeper inadvertently it seemed. As he had done with Ari, Samuel felt compelled to stop the violence the moment he saw it, with disregard for his own safety. That action had been rebuked by Fightmaster, but it seemed it hadn't really sunk in. Hard to fight one's inner nature. It would also be hard to fight the Thing, standing in front of him. Approaching from behind William, Samuel would pull his left arm out of his backpack strap, sliding the bag down his right arm where he'd grip the strap in his right hand. Spinning in a full counter-clockwise circle to his left, Samuel would turn his book filled backpack into a flail. As a practicing Judo-Ka, Samuel was aware of the human body's natural balance. Aimming the roughly twenty point bag for the back of Will's left knee, Samuel would intend on sweeping Will off his feet while he was distracted, getting him to release the other student as quickly as possible. In this case, he didn't think there was enough time for a passive approach. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 2:06:38 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top He could feel the brittle cartilage crumble as his fist slammed into the boys face again, and as he drew back for yet another blow he slowly relished in the extended damage dealt to his victim. Most likely, this would require at least some degree of surgery to repair, particularly the dental work. When he went to throw the punch however, he felt his leg give way as something struck the ligaments in the back of his knee, causing his rooted balance to waiver as he staggered to maintain his posture. It sent a tremor through his limb, and he had no doubt that with a smaller or less durable person it would have taken the leg out from them, but Will wasn't quite the norm. His dark eyes narrowed further, and with the last punch driving into the bloodied boys face, by now surely unconscious either by blunt-force trauma or asphyxiation, he shunted his arm to push him to the floor away from him. "That wasn't clever..." he mused quietly, taking a note to lighten his brogue somewhat as he spoke, turning to face the blond youth who'd apparently tried to take his leg out from under him. His left fist was bloodied from the punches he'd delivered, though only a tiny portion of it was his if any, nicks where broken teeth had cut through the callouses on his knuckles. Raising both up, he pressed both sets of knuckles against one another causing them to crack with a series of rapid 'pops' in the air. "Really, so not clever." he added as he approached the long-haired youth who'd involved himself of his own volition, his fists clearly prepared to attack once he closed into range of the boy. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 2:19:21 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top The backpack connected with full force. The feel of the impact, however, was quite misleading. It impact really meant the strength of the resistance, and therefore, the fact that Goliath hadn't been toppled over by a single well placed blow this time around. Samuel took a step back as he completed another circle following the blow, the back rebounding off the leg rather than swinging all the way through as he had planned. "C'mon, it was a little clever. Not all that effective, but a little clever..." Samuel took two more steps back as Will continued forward, taking larger steps in order to keep the distance. Just as his right foot landed behind him he tossed his backpack forward in a basketball pass, tossing the bag at Will's face. If landed, it would likely hurt the soft tissue of the face, but Sam wasn't counting on it. However, he was counting on the momentary lapse it would block Will's vision before and during the interception. During that moment, Samuel would bound forward on that same right foot, landing with his left foot forward as he turned his hips over to the left, sending a crisp and powerful cross to the tandem of the larger man. Many people chose to aim for the solar plexus on the body, being the specific reason Samuel had chosen not to. With the size of Goliath's arms, it wouldn't be hard to guard the short area with and elbow or bicep. Instead, he aimmed for the closer tandem, three inches below the belly button directly above the waistline. Behind was the bladder, where a well placed hit would cause severe muscle cramping across the body, making further movement difficult. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 2:41:55 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Aye, ye're right on one thing..." The Irishman gave a wide, bestial grin as he watched the blond backpedal away from him, his hands held just above waist height as he closed in on the smaller boy. However, apparently 'clever but ineffective' was in vogue. The bag flew in an uninterrupted flight before colliding with Wills cheek, the Irishman turning his head away from the impact of the books inside against his eyes and whatnot. A rare display of 'protection' or 'defence', as it were. Again, with a pace that he couldn't expect to match, though for most parts had no requirement to, he was closed in on by the wily blond before a fist landed in his lower midsection. He exhaled sharply as it struck him, the breath turning into a feral grunt as he worked through the blow, swinging his right hand in a wide, extended hook in an attempt to slam his fist home and deal with this pest quickly. Even if that wasn't the case, he had thrown away his 'distraction' before. Anything he attempted to do now, he'd have to do with Will able to see without intrusion. 'I'll snap you in two, you fucking wanker...' Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 2:55:57 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Two well placed blows and Goliath hadn't paused a click. In truth, Samuel wasn't surprised in the least. Dissapointed, immensely, surprised, no. The blow connected and snapped back. Unlike Will, however, Samuel had full use of his vision the entire time, and therefore able to see the tree trunk limb coming his way. Ducking and weaving underneath the hook in a typical boxer's fashion, Samuel would stay close to the limb to prevent a change in its momentum at the last minute. As he came out of the weave he'd torque hard to the right, using his hips and pivot on his left foot to bring immense power to his left fist as it swung in a short but powerful body shot. In a half uppercut, half hook, Samuel's fist would smash into the lowest rib on Will's right side. Following impact, Samuel would push off his feet continuing towards his left (Will's right) and out of striking distance. That would leave four technical hits landed for Sam, and zero for Will. Yep, that makes it Goliath-0, Sam....0. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 3:53:43 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top 'Stay still you prick!' He mentally grumbled to himself as the hook sailed over air, not entirely surprising to Will considering he was used to missing with at least half his attacks, most of which in the opening of the fight. People tired faster than him, people made their mistakes before him, and people then became far more vulnerable before him. Following the subsequent punch that struck the lower side of his ribs, he grunted as the fist smacked against the muscle, exhaling as he had before to manage the blow. Now, Will could take ridiculous amounts of punishment, but he wasn't made of stone. Close, perhaps, but not the case. The blows left faint aches, easily ignored by the Irishman, but leaving their 'mark' on him all the same. By morning the next day, they'd be forgotten, just yellowing patches where his skin had bruised and nothing more. "Ah c'n dae this a' day, pal..." he shot out with a wry grin, a smooth shift of his feet putting him face to face with his ad hoc opponent once again. If he was actually maintaining his position outside of striking distance for Will, he'd be far enough away that as the Irishman closed in, his range would be breached first. Holding his arms out slightly, a lowered guard and a smug smirk on his face, he taunted the blond. "Ye punch like a woman, really, take a free shot at least...." Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 7, 2009 20:23:15 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Samuel may not have exactly matched up in size and strength with his opponent, but he had mass of his own and more importantly, precision to make it count. In this case, Sam wasn't expecting a quick outcome, on his end at least. He would have to continue to chip away at the wall, and eventually it would crumble. That is, if he didn't get caught with the meat cans Will had for hands, first. The Goliath spoke English with such a thick accent Sam could have assumed Gaelic if he hadn't been paying as good of attention as he had been. Beginning to think his options over, Samuel came to a conclusion Will probably wouldn't expect. A free shot in Sam's eyes was either A, a trap, or B, sheer arrogance. If one could avoid a trap, that would obviously be for the better. If it was only to show how well the large guy could take a hit he could obviously see coming and ride the power to avoid damage, that wouldn't solve anything either. It would only reinforce the power difference between the two, and Sam knew it wouldn't be good for his subconcious confidence, even if he knew how the game was played. "Well, I'd assume the women in your home of Asgard would punch pretty hard, so I appreciate the compliment." Sam quipped, dropping his hands out of guard slowly as they began to drop towards his waist,. Will dropped his hands down to a low guard, Sam dropped his hands to a casual stance. Psychology. It signified that he took even lighter of Will than he took of him. Subconciously, maybe it would do something... "But if you're done trying to hit people, I don't have to hit you. Fights over I guess!" ...Or get himself knocked out all the quicker. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 8, 2009 20:02:22 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Asgard, the court o' the Norse gods. Guid tae see someone's gettin' the idea...." He smirked bestially as he stood in almost bored-looking anticipation, speaking up a second later. "Aye, y'see I'm no' quite as dumb as ye'd think tae look at me, mate...." It was one of the better weapons at his disposal, more often than not people assumed Will for a brainless lump of muscle, but it wasn't the case. No, he was no genius and certainly didn't possess Seths intellect, but he was sharp enough to be aware, sharp enough to catch those who assumed wrongly of him off guard with relative ease at least once. Coincidentally, once was usually all that was required. When he saw the blond drop his own hands, he just raised an eyebrow at the act, and another one at the subsequent remark made before sighing; a deep, rumbling tone that came from deep in his throat. His massive forearms bunched with vascular definition as his fists tightened with a flexing gesture. He had a simple way of dealing with goody-goodies like this guy when they tried to duck out of their responsibility to a fight too soon. "Oh, ah don't think so, pal. Y'see, if ye think this fights over, that's fine by me, but if ye decide tae walk oot oan this, ah'll just find another student tae maul in yer place, then another f'r the inconvenience." He grinned widely, his dark eyes narrowing into the sneer as he flicked his fingertips in a 'come hither' gesture, laying the bait for the blond. "Now, d'ye want tae rethink yer decision, wee man?" Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 9, 2009 1:11:44 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Don't take it personally. I think everyone is just as stupid. Take me for example...I attacked you." Samuel turned his smirk into a grin, once again playing the fool. Who knows, perhaps Goliath could be defused if he just kept at it, though, he didn't hold his breath. Unlike most fighters he knew, Samuel never made the mistake of underestimating anyone. In actuality, Samuel gave more credit to people he knew nothing about, rather than a large name. At least then, you knew a little of what to expect. "Yeah, I didn't think so." Samuel exhaled, his eyes drifting downwards before snapping back up at Will with a new intensity. "Guess we have no choice then, huh?" Without waiting for a reply Samuel burst forward, formulating a strategy as quickly as he could. Will was almost certainly springing a trap. Will had a longer reach, but how quick he could use it was another story. Chances were, his fists could still intercept Sam before he could get all the way in. Feet with taht much weight on them, however, was another story. Legs were longer than arms, and thankfully Sam's leg reach would still be slightly longer than Will's arm reach, if not by much. In the end, Samuel's "free shot" would be nothing more than a quick shin kick with the steel toe of his boots, aiming at the ankle height of Will. It wasn't the most powerful kick, but the shin was still tender, and the steel toes would be the equivalent to a hammer to the shin. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 10, 2009 3:27:16 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Aye....no' your brightest move....." he retorted with a similar smirk, his deceptively cunning glare watching the blond as he was forced to mull over Wills ultimatum. This was usually the most fun, seeing who opted in which manner. Before any response was possible on his part, his current foe had already made a quick dash in, prompting the massive Irishman to watch for his smaller opponents attack. Oddly, rather than take the obvious shot to the groin or his eyes, as would be the most effective way to fell the behemoth, he was kicked in the shins. Yes, he would acknowledge that the blond was wearing steel toecaps and, as a result the skin and muscle around the afflicted area was going to swell and chafe like a bastard, but the simple fact held most prominent. He was kicked in the shins. Like a little girl in a playground fight. "A'right, that's yer freebie. No' a wise one, since it's obvious I'm no' the light-footed type, but at least ye'll leave me wi' a half-decent bruise. Now...." He paused abruptly as he shot forward with a single stride in his opponents direction, his massive right hand shooting out with surprising quickness for his size to close in the remaining gap between the pair and catch him by the clothing on his upper body. Will didn't need to concern himself with actually hitting this boy once, instead he would just get a solid hold of him, then break him the good old-fashioned way. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 10, 2009 19:07:15 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Will didn't move, though whether it was because it indeed was a freebie, or that he simply couldn't react to Sam's speed, was unknown. However, Samuel didn't intend to simply probe and pull back with a simple kick to the shin. Will might have thought it to be a playground attack, but it was taken right out of the book of Bruce Lee. Lead with a low kick to distract, and immediately follow high. As such, when the giant began to open his equally big mouth, it would be snapped shut as Sam followed up with a powerful right uppercut, keeping the arm tight into his body as his right foot slid back up into stance. Uppercuts to the chin were always a painful attack, and with Will's mouth open, he'd likely either crack a tooth or bite hit tongue as well. Keeping his left guard up, Samuel would intend to stay on the offensive, but would heavily depend on how Will reacted to the follow up. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 11, 2009 1:55:00 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Even as he began to speak, he was given the golden opportunity he needed. Yes, the blondies uppercut would slam into his jaw, jarring his teeth together roughly. A jolt of pain went through his mouth as he tasted the iron bitterness of blood, and with a quick swish of his tongue realised that he'd nicked the edge of the appendage. However, he doubted that his opponent was quite so fast as to get away unscathed from this particular effort. Will was slow, there was no dodging that fact, and as a result he trained the only part of his body for quickness that he ever needed. His size providing him with a vastly superior reach, his left hand closed in on himself, reaching a little below chest height as he closed in on the punching arms wrist to grasp the limb, crushing it in his grip if he was able to do so and holding the smart-mouthed blond in place as a devastating right cross hammered out directly into where his current targets face was at the moment. If it landed it would almost certainly break the other lads nose or take a few of his teeth, but that remained to be seen. Again, Will knew his pace was his weakness. As such, he kept a good deal of patience on hand. He just had to outlast his opponent, and that was the easy part. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 11, 2009 13:22:04 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top The sense of touch was the quickest to react. Samuel knew this, and therefore expected Will to instantly respond following the uppercut. Will didn't dissapoint, finding a hand hold on Samuel's wrist. Usually such clinches were Sam's desire, as they could easily lead into one of his Judo throws. With the size disadvantage though, Samuel didn't want to risk and immediate try and a take down. In order to work properly he'd need to have perfect form with no margin for error. Just as Will was able to instantly react to the sense of touch, Samuel would as well. Feeling the hold on his right wrist, Sam would slide his left foot back, placing him in a southpaw stance. At the same time he'd swing his left elbow down and accross, like he was planning on catching Will on the right side of his chin. Instead, Sam's target was the outisde wrist of Will's right punching hand. Striking at the right time, Sam stood a decent chance of injuring the wrist joint. This would serve as both the collision and deflection strategies of defense, also pushing Will's heavy fist to move to the inside of their bodies, and past the right side of Sam's head, which would duck to the left for extra insurance. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 11, 2009 17:42:08 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top With his hand now around the blonds wrist, the application of his massive hands grip would constrict around the joint, bending the joint sideways awkwardly and intending to snap the bones with a sudden exertion of force. One way or another, this arm was his now, and it wasn't going anywhere. Indeed, neither was his opponent now, confined as he was by the limb to a maximum radius around Will. Midway through his punch, though, blondie managed to knock the fist off target with an elbow that caught him in the back of the wrist, edging onto his forearm muscle. It was quick enough that it didn't give Will any time to adjust his punch, causing the fist to begin to go past his opponents head, even being dodged by a little weave for safety apparently. No, rather than correct the awry blow, the Irishman simply used his weight and power to yank on his opponents other arm, dragging him over and into Wills shoulder harshly. Or, it would've been Wills shoulder if the massive fighter hadn't brought up his right leg in an attempt to slam his knee into the blonds abdomen first. 'Aye, you're all good and well when you can prance around, but when you've only got arms length to escape to, what do you do then...?' he mused with an inward grin, waiting for the impact of the blow on his opponent to register. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 12, 2009 2:29:51 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top The elbow deflection had connected, but didn't seem to have quite the impact against Will that he had hoped for. Instead of visible pain on Will's end, Sam was rewarded with a sharp pull of his right arm, yanking his upperbody forward. Following his left elbow strike, Sam's elbow would naturally fall back downward, returning his arm to guard. Thanks to muscle memory, it would save his guts from imploding. With help from Will's own pull Samuel's upper body would be leaning forward, usually a more dangerous position when face with a knee strike, but not when one knew how to defend properly. With his elbow pointed down and slightly at a forward angle, Sam's elbow would jab down a few inches as the right knee came up, striking the thigh just above the knee as it would fit into the air between elbow and ribs. Right above the knee were ligaments, and with Will's strength he would be doing the work for Sam as he struck bone in a sensitive area once more. Stepping forward with his left foot to correct his posture, Samuel would follow up with a knee strike of his own, aimming his right knee to strike the inside of Will's left thigh, aimming to give him two dead legs in the matter of seconds. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 12, 2009 2:50:33 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Bringing his arm back down in order to intercept the knee, blondie would be successful in catching Wills with the little counter. However, two things played in the Irishmans favour, one far more than the other. First and foremost, Wills weight was a prime advantage here. Even with the elbow coming in to hit the top of his knee, the force of his mass was going to drive against that elbow. At best it would jar his opponents arm, at worst it would carry on right through and still slam into the other lads ribs. This, of course, meant that his opponents elbow would garner more force by proxy, but that is where Wills second advantage came into play. Whilst his massive form indeed made him slow, his inherent durability stemmed from more than just a good stamina. The solid layers of muscle over muscle that covered the Irishmans body served as a simple and slightly effective 'armour', dampening the impact of blows to areas that would normally fell him. It was the same reason his opponents first attack, taking his leg away from behind him, had failed. The subsequent knee, though, would land flush into his inner thigh and managed to catch a nerve, causing the Irish beast to grunt as he brought his right leg back down to stabilise his balance before his left gave way. There was only so much muscle he could develop in some spots, and that was one of them. Not least considering it was right next to his family allowance. The thing was, now, that with the blond as close as he was, and held from dodging out of full range thanks to Wills vicious grip on his arm, he was left in a predicament. One that would become clear an instant later as Will lashed out with his right arm, shunting it back in a massive leveling blow, sweeping down at a slight angle, that would slam into the smaller fighters head at this range, either with an elbow, forearm or fist, depending on how far back he tried to go. Even if he tried to block, Will doubted there was a whole lot that his opponent could do to prevent the oncoming hit from breaking through. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 12, 2009 3:08:21 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Goliath Juggernaut. Will was even more durable than he looked, and he looked as tough as all unholy hell. Both "hits" had landed, one doing very little and the other doing naught to stop the knee. It had, however, slowed it enough that besides a slightly sore shoulder the knee would be nothing but a slight push against his torso. Vengeance was coming, and that thought played on loop in Sam's brain. Will rose his right arm not boding well. There was only so many times little tricks could work, and Sam wasn't looking to play the odds. As long as Will had the handhold Sam couldn't move very far to the sides, nor escape to the back. Instead, he'd push forward. Crowding Will, he'd make striking very difficult, though not impossible for the giant. Instead of returning his right foot in place following the knee, Sam would step through as Will finished returning his own. Hooking the around the inside of Will's right leg with his own, Sam would wrap his leg around the back of it. Pushing forward with both his hand in Will's grasp as well as his left left forearm in his stomach, Sam intended to topple Will over before his arm would begin its descent. Despite the size and strength gap, Sam held the lower center of gravity, and when doubled with physics Will's base would topple without being able to correct itself. If successful, Sam would pull his right leg out on the way down, intending to land in a full mount position atop Will. Squeezing in with his knees, he'd follow up with a short but powerful left to the center of his face. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 12, 2009 3:45:05 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top A grunt of annoyance left the Irishman, even as his blond opponent stepped through. The logic seemed to be that, if he moved quicker than Will and kept in as close as possible, he was safe from Wills fists. Partly true, but Will didn't fight with just his fists. Blondie might have been able to pull his heel away at the back of the giant Irishmans, but it would do nothing to prevent Will from shooting his knee up as the heel clipped his, sending his knee and thigh rather painfully into the crotch of his target. If the blond still had enough focus in him to push Will over after that, well, the Irishman would be damned near tempted to shake the lads hand for it. However, he doubted quite severely that a shot to the groin at that range was doing anything but raising his voice an octave or two. Of course, in shooting the knee forward, as it came to rest it would do so a little further forward than it had been before, and that would lower Wills 'stance' somewhat as his legs stood a little more parted than they were normally. Utilising the sheer power he had, he shot up his left hand, still gripping onto the blonds wrist tightly, in an effort to punch his opponent in the face with his own hand, not missing the potential irony and humour in the action. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 12, 2009 15:50:54 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Will's knee would have stopped Samuel in his tracks if it had landed as the giant intended. However, knees to the groin were common worries when it came to takedowns, making proper form a necessity to try it. When striking with his right knee, Sam had stepped forward with his left, crowding Will with his entire body, not just his upperbody. Because of the placement of Sam's left leg, Will's knee would end up striking in a similiar fashion to Sam's, hitting the inside of his thigh. Typically, this would still often end up with the knee sliding up into the groin for a less powerful but all the same painful strike. However, with Will's power, it would ironically save Samuel's jewels from the onslaught. catching Will's knee strike as it went out before up, It would cause Samuel's left leg to shoot backwards as it lifted his entire body off the ground. It instantly caused bruising and cramping, but in the end, would help swivel Sam's body weight and aid in the takedown, proceding as he first intended into the full mount position. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 13, 2009 18:50:32 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top It seemed that, despite his size, his opponent had more forward momentum than could be expected as with the knee, he only seemed to keep coming forward...Inevitably, he was pushed hard enough to bring his top half over-balanced and he began to fall backwards, inwardly pissed off as he neared the ground for two reasons. Will was considerably taller than most. An obvious observation, but the old adage that the bigger they are the harder they fall is, in fact true. He fell further, so obviously the impact therein was greater. Second of all, he just plain didn't like being taken to the ground. As he hit the concrete with a massive 'thud', grunting as he ground his teeth against the ache-inducing impact, he kept one thing in mind. He hadn't let go of his opponents wrist. As blondie took the straddling position, the Irishman would simply drag the still gripped (and surely, by now, in some degree of pain from all the unneccessary and somewhat painful forced movements being put upon it) wrist out to his left (his opponents right), using the drag to both pull the other boy off-balance, even with his position, and to jolt his own body in an effort to push him off. Of course, he had more than just a little pull on the arm to work with, and as he began to jerk the arm over, he would shoot in from the right with a quick punch to the blonds ribs, intent on adding that force to send him toppling off the Irishmans large frame. Will had a rule, only women were allowed to have that particular position on him, but anyone who got it was invariably fucked, one way or another. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 14, 2009 15:48:43 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Thanks to Will literally lifting him off the ground with his knee strike, Sam would land chest to chest with will first, forcing the smaller fighter to exhale on impact to prevent losing his own wind against the rock hard torso of William. Fighting the cramping in his left leg, he tightened his knees against Will's side, bringing his right hand up to strike Will accross the jaw. Just as Sam's fist reached its peak height, his body was jerked to the right thanks to Will's hold that no doubt had caused bruising and circulation to be cut off. Keeping his knees tight, Sam's arm would straighten out to his right as he worked to keep his balance atop Will's chest. During the pull, Sam's punch would turn elbow strike as he dropped it onto Will's right eye. Following the elbow strike, Sam would attempt to wrap his left arm behind Will's held, holding onto his neck. Keeping his chest on top of Will and his knees tight, Will wouldn't be able to pull him off with the single handhold, however uncomfortable on right arm it was. Back to Top   will Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Jul 15, 2009 23:08:33 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ooc: Bit of a small one. Sorry. =/ ic: Assuming blondie had still attempted for his shot with the elbow, Wills oncoming hand for the punch that went with the pull would most likely slip under the dropping arm going by the respective intended targets, striking at the slightly more benign (as a target, anyway) armpit. Now starting to gain a considerable ire from the current annoyance, his grip twisted sharply, intent to simply break the wrist (or part of it in any regard) with a sudden and extremely powerful burst of pressure off the natural flow of the joint. On the other hand (quite literally for that matter), his right opened, grabbing a fistful of the smaller boys shirt and dragging him to the right, pushing up with his left leg and shoulder as a growl escaped his lips, pushing his exceptional power harder to shift the annoyance atop him. Blondie might have the more suitable stance, but he wasn't dealing with a conventional fighter. Wills raw strength was in a league of its own... Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Making A Typical First Impression. [Samuel, open] « Aug 12, 2009 18:18:19 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top (OOC: Cough, cough...) Sam felt Will's fist shoot into his armpit, though it wouldn't be as painfuil as one would think. The armpit was a pressure point, but with Will's ham sized fists it made a larger surface area, spreading the impact over the soft tissue with a lasting effect of what would probably only be an abbraised underarm. Still, with the slight twisting motion of his upperbody for the elbow, the fist would hit and slide to the outside, allowing Sam to continue his elbow into the right eye of Will. There was a sudden jerk to his wrist almost instantly following, causing a painful twist that made a small pop. It hurt instantly, but Sam didn't think a tapout would satisfy Will. Therefore, he had no choice but to fight through the pain. As Will grabbed his shirt and began pulling him to the side, Sam would slide his left knee up and over Will's arm pinning his bicep to the floor. Gritting his teeth as he was forced to continue fighting even with an injured wrist, Sam would keep his chest pinned to Will's making his body hard to pull off. Staying on Will's right arm and keeping his chest down, Sam quickly lifted his right leg and pulled it to Will's right side. Planting his shin on Will's bicep, Sam put his knee into his ribs, forming a right triangle between Will's should, Sam's ankle, and Sam's knee. Sliding his left foot underneath the arm, Sam would complete the quick few, short movements to gain the half-crucifix positioning, extending his left arm out and pulling it in tightly for an elbow, aimming for the left side of Will's face. Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first