« 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: JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney (Read 237 times) zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 26, 2009 19:28:14 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Scene set and rules explained. Spectators allowed but cannot interfere with the fight. Have at it boys... The sun rose quickly in a cloudless sky, heating the air quickly in Santa Miguel. Wordlessly the spectators and fighters awoke from their slumber, stretching stiff limbs and warming sleepy muscles. Not that anything needed warming. By the time it was 9:00 am, the temperature had risen to over 85 degrees. And by the time of the first scheduled fight at 11:00 am, the breeze was like a furnace blast, cooking everyone there in 100+ degree heat. It seemed as if the desert itself was showcasing its power, daring those in attendance to piss it off. As the time neared for the fights, everyone shuffled over the waiting ring. It was a simple design, extremely strong and extremely simple. 16ft x 16ft square, walled on all sides by thick solid wood fences five feet high. The ring floor was swept dirt, knocked smooth by Jack's crews but otherwise left all natural, stones and sand included. No doors either; the fighters would have to climb up and over the wall to get inside. There was nothing else to speak of, except the spectator stands built high enough to give everyone a direct view down into the 'pit'. FIRST FIGHT... JT vs. Mac Fraiser JT's weapon...Branding Iron Mac's weapon...Leather Bullwhip MAC POSTS FIRST There are no rounds, no time limits, no stoppages. Fights begin whenever the fighters are both inside the ring. No outside materials may be brought into the ring (ie knives, tools, etc.) but weapons will be assigned to each man before hand; use of weapons is totally at the discretion of the fighter. The only ways to win are submission or knockout/death. There no rules, no limits. All attacks are permitted, only leaving the ring before match ends is illegal. One man enters, one man leaves. Fights will last one week in real time, with each fighter being required to post up every 24hrs. or else forfeit. (Only very good excuses will be accepted for needing more time.) If a winner is not found after one week, a winner will be decided by vote amongst the six fighters. Winners go on to the next round. Have at it boys. « Last Edit: Jul 26, 2009 20:06:01 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   eva Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 26, 2009 19:53:47 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top (Is the weapon already inside the fighting area or not? In the post, Mac leaves it outside, but if it's already in the fighting area, then he'll toss it in a far corner.) Doc had hit it head on. Mac wouldn't use any weapons of any kind except for those ol' fists of his. He was prepared to fight but if he was in trouble, he would throw in the towel. He wouldn't risk losing his boxing career. But, he wouldn't throw it so easily. Something like this would only make him better and both he and Doc knew it. He dressed quietly, aware of the desert heat outside. Heat he was use to for the most part, but who knows how it would be out there. Heat along with weapons, of those he had heard of leather straps, brands, many types of items, the heat would only make it worse. So, he would dress light. A black tanktop with his green shorts. He figured pants might be better with the weapons. It might provide a small bit of protection, but he firgured that it wouldn't matter either way. The trip to the fighting area was quick and it was like the heat didn't exist...at the moment. He had shut the heat out, as well as the people around him, but who knew when the heat would take effect. The people there checked Mac for any weapons, like he would be hiding any in a tanktop and shorts. His green boxing shoes would be the only place, but they didn't take any chances, before he was offered one of his own. A leather bullwhip...that was good. There was a good chance the other person wouldn't have a bullwhip. That could be used at long range, something that might give Mac quite a bit of trouble. He casually denied the weapon and started to climb the wall and down into the pit. The boxing shoes proved it to be a little more difficult but with little effort he made it down, where he'd wait for the opponent. His only advantage right now would be that his opponent would underestimate his 5'7, 150 pound frame. That would be a big mistake. JT, they had called him. No doubt that like everyone else will probably be in this tournament, he'll be a beast. I've got to keep on my toes.[/color][/ul][/size] « Last Edit: Jul 26, 2009 19:57:04 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 26, 2009 20:28:29 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ((Leaving the weapon outside is fine. Weapons are offered as you arrive at the ring, carrying them in or how you use them is up to you.)) JT woke just as the sun was breaking over the edges of the mountains. He had always been an early riser, able to rouse himself from slumber with little effort. Sleeping little and as lightly as possible, he had spent years on a knife's edge of stress, never sure who might be looking for him while he slept. From his campsite overlooking the town, he was able to see he was one of the first to wake, save Gentlemen Jack and his crew. Figures... JT thought to himself at the sight of Jack. Removing from his mind the look of death the tourney's creator had given him the previous morning, JT chugged what was left of his water supply and skidded down the hillside, wearing the same clothes he had the day before. It was a short walk to the wooden ring and the rapidly filling crowd stands. JT grinned at the mass of people, knowing all too well the kind of cheers they would give. Illegal pit fights were his childhood, the moans for blood and death his lullaby. Here, in the heat and the dust and the screams, he was at home. When he arrived at the edge of the ring, he popped up onto the wall and sat surveying the area, looking for anything he could use to his advantage. It wasn't much, and JT cursed Jack silently for giving so little in the ways of help. He'd have to really step up his close game to win. Hours passed and JT remained at the ring, pacing its length, munching on fruit and beans. It was like watching a hungry pitbull protect his territory, stalking the outskirts and eyeing everyone and anyone that happened to come close. Finally the time came. A crew member of Jack's approached JT and told him to get into the ring. He also offered JT an antique, solid metal branding iron. A weapon the crew member said. JT smiled a disturbingly satisfied smile. "Thanks." he merely replied, and quickly vaulted up and over the wall into the ring, iron in hand. The other fighter was already there when JT touched down on the smooth rocky sand. The man was smaller, thinner, and wore boxing shoes but no gloves and carried no weapons. "Bad move there Rocky Balboa. Should've taken whatever gifts they offered. Cause I won't be fucking around..." JT tapped the iron powerfully in the palm of one hand, the heft behind it feeling good in his grip. JT couldn't have been a bigger polar opposite to his opponent. Standing six-foot-two, 195 pounds, with dirty, spiky blond hair and bloodshot eyes, JT looked his part of the savage. And wearing no shoes, no shirt, and only a battered pair of track pants, there had been little need to search him before hand. JT wasted no time. "LET'S GO THEN!!" And with that he came running forward, not quite a dead sprint but more than a jog. He brandished the iron in his right hand, sliding it along the dirt and raising a cloud of dust. When he neared the boxer he would slice upward and try to smash his jaw in with the iron, and take a few more wide swings at chest level if the first strike failed. It would look chaotic and furious, even beast like, but there was a purpose behind the thrashing...the dust. JT was raising a huge cloud of dust, almost as thick as smoke. The dust would act as his screen, giving him places to fall back into and stinging the eyes of both fighters, making the boxer's precision harder to maintain. A fighting dog with a tactician's brain...a deadly combo. Back to Top   eva Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 26, 2009 20:52:50 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/b] Was all Mac said before JT would attack, which was the truth. Any weapon that Mac did use would only be a liability to him and he knew it. Not to mention he didn't know shit about whips and would probably cut himself instead of his opponent. However, he did have someone to thank. JT's Iron Brand was a lot better than what he had hoped for. While it gave JT a bit more range, such a thing would be easy to dodge and handle. Mac took one look at JT before he did attack and looking at how he dressed, Mac could only guess that he was some kind of beast, figuratively speaking. He took that to note as he raised his left hand, opening and closing the fist as if stretching the joints and the like in in hand, preparing to use that deadly weapon of his own. JT came and while Mac's eyes kept view of JT's whole body, his attention was primarily on the weapon. He knew better than to focus entirely on the weapon as a weapon was hardly the one fighting him, but he knew that if he didn't pay attention to it, it was bite him in the ass Since it seemed like JT would rely more on the weapon than anything, Mac would keep his attention on said weapon more than anything else. The brand that JT held had been dragged across the dirt and Mac wondered what attack he would be able to do with the way it was being held. An upward like attack would be the only option that was at least tactical and worthy to use in a fight, but surely JT was smarter than that. Even if you had a rock head and was literally a dumbshit, you had to know that an attack that really only had one direction of attack wouldn't be that smart. Then, Mac saw the small cloud of dirt that was being left behind as it was dragged across the ground. God knows how much dust would be whipped up once he swung that thing. Both fighters would have their vision's obscured and because JT had a weapon he could swing around, not only would he have the advantage in reach, but because Mac wouldn't be able to coordinate his punches right, it wouldn't do as much damage as the brand would, since it would be effective no matter how it hit as long as you put force behind it. So, the beast has some smarts, but let's see what happens when you restrict yourself. As JT swung and the dust cloud was raised, Mac pushed and jumped backwards, out of range of his attack and the dust cloud. Now, only JT's vision would be effected and it would be easy for Mac to take advantage of that since he would have full vision and be in position to attack.[/size][/color][/ul] Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 27, 2009 17:57:42 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Falling back already JT thought. Coward! Hidden inside the dust cloud, JT stopped swinging after a few swipes but went right into his next attack. Losing no momentum, he hurled the branding iron forward in Mac's direction, not caring if he hit the target or not, that he had lost hold of the weapon all ready. He knew he could pick it up again easily enough, the boxer was too filled with pride to use it. Honestly, throwing it was simply the next step in JT's thought pattern, there wasn't any true reason. Whether it hit square or not, JT would come screaming (literally, screaming) out of the cloud at full speed, looking to get in close and ram Mac into the wooden wall behind him. Like a bull goring the matador before he has a chance to reset. Pinned against the fence, JT would rain knee strikes up into Mac's stomach and balls, bashing the smaller man until he gave in or died. If he missed the charge, it was wasy enough for JT to swing around and catch eyes with Mac again, ready for anything that might come as retaliation. The pace was already past 100% and it would stay there until someone fell. JT was a brawler, a killer. He'd keep pushing and pushing and pushing. Back to Top   eva Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 27, 2009 18:55:11 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/color][/ul] « Last Edit: Jul 27, 2009 18:55:45 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 28, 2009 19:45:18 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top It seemed Rocky Jr. was not without a head on his shoulders. Coming out of the dust cloud in a flurry of activity, JT missed Mac completely and ended up running into the wooden wall, throwing his hands out and stop-pushing himself back off the barrier in order to avoid injury. Just as he turned around though a hard, well placed cross slashed into his cheek, rocketing his head to the side like a plunger hitting a pinball machine ball. Though it was an excellent hit, JT had more than his share of experience at dealing with powerful blows and pain. Snapping his head back around to eye his target, he purposely took the follow-up left punch square on the forehead, actually thrusting his skull forward to meet the blow. The dog was actually going to muscle his way through the blows in order to get to his prize. As the second punch hit and did little damage to the gritting blond, JT hissed through his teeth, "Needs more gun...!" Now it was JT's turn to fire back. With his left arm he would swat away the extended limb of Mac, using that arcing motion to throw his right fist low and hard into Mac's stomach, just below the rib cage. A solid, fast hit that would do decent damage but more likely stun Mac long enough to continue the assault, a follow-up headbutt to the opponent's skull. The fight had started out fast and furious near the ring side, but already JT was working towards fighting HIS way. Taking who he assumed to be a standard boxer out of his comfort zone and into a street match, a brawl, a down and dirty, brutal slug fest. Back to Top   eva Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 28, 2009 19:57:56 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/b] He spoke in a taunt of his own, with a smile on his face, before aiming to send a quick right uppercut straight into JT's chin or nose, whichever it hit. He could only hope his slightly faster speed would be able to get the shot in. If JT wanted a stamina, constitution, ironman match, Mac would give it to him. That was what he was best at after all.[/size][/color][/ul] « Last Edit: Jul 28, 2009 19:58:37 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 28, 2009 20:46:03 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top *CRACK!* Skull meeting skull is never a fun sound. The crowd cringed as the two men exchanged headbutts, the sickening smack echoing off the cliff walls. Things certainly had devolved quickly. Both men took the blows in stride, although it seemed both also had to shake the cobwebs loose and get their eyes straight again. Mac seemed to focus first and launched a picture perfect uppercut, one that JT was only able to fend off by tilting back at the last second. The edges of Mac;s knuckles still scratched past JT's nose, so close that another fraction of an inch would have broken his septum in two. But tilting back, still woozy from the headbutt, JT lost his footing for just a second and stumbled backward, falling away. Catching his footing awkwardly, he kept his hands raised but seemed to still be off balance and made no indication of coming back in. Unbeknownst, hopefully, to Mac, that appearance was the point. JT was trying to lure Mac into making another attack, now that he had his wits about him again. The blond could retaliate easily and quickly if Mac made any kind of attack forward, and JT was especially ready to piston his right foot forward at a low angle, looking to connect full on with Mac's left knee if he came in. Such a hit could shatter the joint, or at least hyper extend it enough to give the boxer a nasty limp. After all, what's a boxer that can only stand in place? Not a very good one I would think... Back to Top   eva Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 JT vs. Mac - BM Tourney « Jul 28, 2009 21:05:01 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top [/color][/ul] Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first