« 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: Bragging Rights (Open) (Read 420 times) Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 19, 2009 15:36:23 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top The sun. It was pure life itself. It formed a small volatile planet into a blue sphere of life and prosperity. Now it shined bright in the sky supportively killing us and the atmosphere. How something went from the heroic creator to our demise was a mystery within itself. A tall figure stood on the shoulders of a tall gleaming statue of John C. Fremont. On his shoulder was a large gold belt which would now become his enemy. Roth O'Roak was the current SDCFL Wrestling Champion. The youngest in it's history and coveted by those who followed the local federation. The SDCFL held titles of all fighting abilities. MMA, Wrestling, Cage, Hardcore, Tag Team, any type of fight you could think of. Roth jumped from the gleaming statue of Mr. Fremont onto the cold concrete of the Fremont entrance pathway leading to the Collective Courtyard. To anyone watching from the Campus Grounds would see Roth in his signature matted trench coat, his shining black shades, and his new Wrestling Championship belt. And last but not least, his arrogant smile. It was an air of cockiness and confidence as he strolled around with pride in his victory against one of the largest fighters he had ever gone up against. The Fremont senior would get looks from every student enjoying their free period. The artsy college students, the military Knox academe, and the outcasts of Fremont High. He was waiting for a challenge. Not for his belt, but someone with enough balls to fight him. The SDCFL arena regulars were no longer a challenge. Roth was now looking for friendly (or unfriendly) competition. Luckily, Roth knew just the way to do it. Now standing on a wooden picnic bench he would let his booming Boston acsent do it's job. "Think you got fight'in skills!? Well come challenge your current SDCFL Wrestling Champion! Taking all challengers to any type of un-sanctioned fight!" Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 21, 2009 20:32:27 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top A rock. It is the foundation of life itself. Upon it and its brethren, organic creatures, beasts of all shapes and sizes, colors and designs, evolved. Rocks formed the very basis of Earth itself. And yet, rocks were known to bring death as well. Volcanoes spewed molten rock. Rocks tumbled down mountains and crushed entire villages. Rocks were probably the first weapon man ever wielded against another man. So leave it to JT, the most primitive mutt of The Collective, to old school on Roth. Simple really. JT had been curled up, asleep under an ash tree nearby, enjoying a rare siesta. All of a sudden, some prick in a trench coat and a horrible accent starts screaming about wrestling championships or some shit. Jostled awake by the booming voice, JT's sleepy eyes quickly shifted to slits of rage. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Hauling himself up from the grass and dirt, JT looked over at Roth from behind, a mere five yards away at this vantage point. The large blond kicked at a fist-sized rock until it was uncovered. With nimble motions he rolled it onto the top of his bare foot then popped it into the air. Snatching it out of the air at chest height, he cocked back and hurled the heavy, dense object directly at the back of Roth's head. At this range he'd be hard to miss. JT had not seen Roth's face yet. He didn't know it was the man who had cost him an entire night of pain and a near-arrest. JT was simply acting as he always did. Just wait until the dark haired fool turns around. Just wait till he finds out what happened to Aleece... Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 22, 2009 14:56:08 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top *CLUNK* "FUUUUUUCCKK! What the fuck'in hell..." The tall coated figure stood on his table gloating his gold platted bragging right. His left hand held the back of his head keeping the pressure down. The student quickly turned around to see a rock fall down to the ground with coated in a tint of what he now knew as his own blood. It wasn't a deep wound, most of the damage would be in swelling and bruising under his fine dyed black hair. It reminded Roth of his old hair. Longer, bushier, and large streaks of red dye running through the right side. That memory flashed in and out of his eyes as his pupils slowly dilated coming back to earth. No turned fully around Roth starred into the eyes of THE beast. "...Holy shit...it..it's you!" The Boston wrestler then underwent three phases of emotion. The first was terror. The natural reaction felt from all animals when they take notice of a familiar predator. The second emotion was curiosity. How the fuck was a wanted criminal/fugitive at a place like this. Although it was entirely possible he was a student, Roth would have thought to have seen and heard of him by now. Then came the last emotion. Glee. Not only did he have a worthy and strong opponent, they also had unfinished business. "Well, well, well. If it isn't an old friend. How was the rest of that police chase by the way? Didn't know if they found ya after me, Aleece, and Friendly Officer Dave split-up." Roth still stood on his table. A local friend ran up to him and took his title to hold onto for the duration of the fight. He was an aspiring Freshman and now Roth's little companion. He waited for the Beast to attack. He didn't fully expect a response in words. He stood on the table waiting and ready. The Irish blooded Bostonian taking the high ground against a blond, blood-eyed maniac with a grudge. Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 22, 2009 17:18:24 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Strike! JT hit pay dirt, or a loud mouth wrestler's head, whichever. Smiling happily at having inflicted pain on someone and finding his target, JT brushed his hands free of dirt and turned to pick his sport coat up off the ground. Then he heard megaphone exclaim 'YOU!' Puzzled at a reaction like that, JT shifted back around and stopped dead in his tracks. It was HIM! The little long haired bitch that had busted JT's leg up and sent the blond running for his life some time back. Well what do you know, things just kept getting better and better. Roth had barely made it through 'Aleece' before JT was hauling ass toward the man. It was barely a second's turnaround time from sleepy to killing. JT's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open, grunting and gnashing furiously as his arms and legs pumped full steam. Sprinting as fast as he could, JT cleared the distance between them in a flash. As he came within striking range of Roth, the large blond suddenly pistoned his right foot out like a ram, aiming low for the edge of the tabletop upon which Roth stood. Even a heavy table like that one would be jarred loose by JT's mammoth, running kick. And it would probably send Roth tumbling to the ground, or at least force him to jump off or risk stumbling off and wide open for attack. Regardless of what happened to the other man, JT would lunge back onto the offensive. If Roth hit the ground on his back JT would leap on top and pound fists into his skull. If you was only off balance JT would shoulder tackle him to the ground THEN pound fists into him. And if Roth managed to keep all composure...fuck it, JT would STILL charge at him and look to spear him into the ground. All while this was happening, all during the run up and kick, JT was screaming "RROOOOOTTTHHHHH!" Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 22, 2009 17:37:59 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top He had to blink. That was the defining moment in the beginning of this clash between titans. He saw the maniac enraged before he closed his eyes, but by the time he opened them again the man with bloodied eyes was there in front of him heaving the picnic table from which Roth stood. Parts of the following words still mumbled from his mouth as the table went up. He found it a bit astonishing that the heavy picnic table plus the two hundred twenty two pounds of himself went up with the table. Instinctively Roth bent his knees down latching his hands on the end of the table. In an instant the fear was replaced with an emotion of competitiveness. From what he knew he had no real hate for this man. For now he would only see this fight just another physical competition. Emotions would only get in the way. Then he saw his chance. As Roth clung to the table his wild opponent was coming down from his kick. In what seemed like a instant Roth lifted his body up with his bent legs jumping forward sending two size eleven feet into the upper torso of his opponent. His legs kicked forward and were aided by the pulling of his hands on the edge of the table. From here Roth would move onto the offensive. If the powerful lunging kick sent JT flying the Roth would chase after the fallen or stumbling opponent. If the blond maniac fell then Roth send a series of kicks to the mans skull, but if the wild tank stood his ground, Roth would spear the living fuck out of him. Roth was now 100% in the game. Nothing else existed. Two men looking to beat the living hell out of each other. One a cocky hero, and the other a lawless freak. The only sound that could interrupt them was the loud blaring horn of a Collective shuttle bus honking away at the capacity ground surrounding the two brawlers. Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 22, 2009 20:26:54 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Well, THAT was unexpected. JT managed to make the table shake and Roth managed to make JT fly. For a moment anyway. JT's momentum was too much to overcome and dodge properly. So the big blond took two big big boots to the chest, almost knocking the air clean out of him and sending him stumbling back, fast. JT lost control and fell backwards after several unsteady steps. He went into the fall and rolled with it, absorbing the impact so at least that didn't hurt as bad. But the roll had a nice side effect. Coming out of the roll on his heels, JT crouched into and loaded his body up like a coiled spring. Then, as fast as the dropkick had come, JT launched forward, diving hard back towards Roth. Roth in the meantime was coming after JT with kicks sailing. The blond twisted to avoid a kick and went to slam his right shoulder into Roth's gut. With any luck, he'd hit dead on and knock the black haired man down, allowing JT to follow up with some nice ground and pound fists to the face. If he dodged, Jt would skid on the grass and turn to face whatever came his way. "Son of A BITCH!" he screamed as he powered forward. Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 23, 2009 19:09:01 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top HA! This is what Roth had been waiting soooooo long for. He had already had his share of fights in the Collective, won most, some were draws, and of course a loss here and there, but he hadn't fought someone like this in a long time. This man not only stood up to Roth with weight, and height, but also skill and mind-set. Never smart enough to treat anything serious, Roth aimed to have fun in this fight...make it last. The surprise kicks were successful as Roth launched forward now standing on the ground taking a quick moment to regain his suave composure. He watched steadily as His opponent rolled and immediately sprung back into action. Roth without knowing was already on the attack with a single kick aimed for the bleach blond skull. No dice. Instead Roth was met with a nice hard spear to the chest. Pain was something these two fighters knew all too well. The full force of two head on titans wiped the wind out of Roth sending him into the air. In reality this was a more then common wrestling maneuver, something Roth knew how to counter well and take it's full damage. Swiftly Roth latched his muscular tattooed right arm over and around the head of JT, and his left going around the second arm of JT. Now it was simple physics. Roth was in the air, JT running forward, and now carrying all of Roth's weight as the wrestler tried his best to pull the blood eyed maniac's head down. All going well Roth would succeed in his DDT and with luck temporarily put JT out. As He would hit the ground Roth would release the head of JT and roll his winded and rib damaged body to his right on top of JT. As he got to the top Roth would plant his left leg into the maniac's hard gut. Using the pushback from that strike Roth would temporarily stand up with bent knees and send a second knee (this time the right knee standing on JT's left) down on his nose. Any of these current strikes would have ended most fights by now. Luckily for the masses and himself these titans were only begening their clash. Two strong and beaten men on a path to destruction with the ultimate result ending in an unimaginable way. Except for the loud blaring distraction of a shuttle bus horn...fucking kids. Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 29, 2009 21:49:09 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Ever read Superman comics? Back in the early 90's there was a storyline in which Superman fought a supervillain named Doomsday. Near the end of the fight, the punches each man was throwing were so powerful that when they connected the shockwaves shattered the glass windows in the buildings around them and buckled the city street like bombs going off. Why am I telling you all this? Because that's what it's like when two big, head bashing guys like JT and Roth collide. A crash and a bang and JT had connected full on but lost his ability to fight back temporarily. Thus Roth was able to land the DDT with practiced precision. Hitting the ground hard head first, JT was stunned, only able to roll over onto his back quickly out of instinct. Which was both good and bad. Bad because the big blond took an equally big foot to the gut, nearly knocking the air from his lungs. Good because he saw the second attack, the knee drop, coming. Regaining his senses just in time, JT craned his neck to the side and let the knee slide by and hit the grass, feeling the fabric of Roth's pants scratch at his ear as he did so. Now it was JT's turn. Flat on his back with a considerable amount of weight still on top of him, JT did what dogs do best when pinned. Using his free arms, he wrapped his strong limbs around the leg next to his head, holding Roth tight and in position. Then...he bit. Opening his jaws wide and baring his sizable teeth to the world, JT clamped down the dark man's meaty calf like a Rottweiler crunching steaks. Easily piercing through pants, skin, and muscle. And JT would gnash and tear as he did, doing his best to rip a chunk out of Roth's leg. And he'd hold on: hold on till Roth tore himself away or he was able to get his feet under him and toss the dark man to the ground. Would it end the fight? Maybe not, but it would leave Roth limping and cursing up a storm. And JT was a bit peckish, he could use a snack. Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Bragging Rights (Open) « Sept 30, 2009 13:08:39 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top (ooc: 1: Superman/Doomsday reference is awesome. And I've fought a bunch of RP fights. But when I read what you wrote it was the first time I crunched in fright and feeling of pain. Your one sick, twisted mother fucker, and thats why we love you.) "FFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!" (ooc: Size is necessary) Roth was born, raised, and made to take a blow. He has through flaming tables, leaped from 20 foot ladders, taken numerous blows to the head from every weapon imaginable. But nobody could train for a bite like that. Nobody could see that coming, even from the blood eyed maniac. Roth just screamed. He was in shock from such a simple but extremely effective maneuver. "FUCKING, CUNT, BITCH, FUCKING, FUCK!" It was here. For the first time in a very long time, Roth was fully enraged. He had gotten pissed off and extremely angered before, but this was different. Roth felt as his own eyes now turned a popping blood red as he felt the skin rip and tear from his leg. Now it was a fight. In simplistic terms, the Boston wrestler exploded. His leg planted on JT's chest shoved further into his ribs. His fists were flying rapidly into the maniac's with every ounce of strength Roth could muster up. Zooming hay-makers from every side against JT's head. To anyone who knew Roth as the fun-loving loudmouth would be horrified to now see two vicious animals doing anything to hurt each other. Hell it almost seemed impossible to tell the difference between the two. Still Roth pushed on. His fists flying at his head as he tried to crush the ribs and sternum of this maniac. Slowly his injuries would catch up to him. Blood spilled from the back of his head, his ribs slightly cracked, and his adrenaline rage taking every bit of strength from him. Now there were two titans in a deadlock. If by any chance it was JT that gave, Roth would book it. He had a small plan from the start. That blaring bus horn from before was still going. Thats where Roth would be. The Collective shuttle busses were medium sized, but still had enough space to fight on if needed. If JT stayed true with no sign of giving in, then Roth would have to choice but to try with every lasting joule in his body he would pry the teeth of the bleach blond maniac off his leg, and still run to the same place. Now there were two titans in a deadlock. One could say it was the Immovable Object, and the Unstoppable Force, but each fighter was both descriptions combined. Each Unstoppable, each seemingly Immovable, but the old saying would stay true. Somethings gotta give. (ooc: BTW: Gratz on becoming a leader =D ) « Last Edit: Sept 30, 2009 13:09:13 GMT -6 by Andy Daws » Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bragging Rights (Open) « Oct 2, 2009 20:43:17 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Now THIS was a fight! None of those flashy moves, none of those stances and styles and bullshit. Just two angry men beating the crap out of each other. JT thrashed and tore, doing his best to rip an artery out of Roth's leg. After many violent tugs his teeth slipped out, his lips stained red and his mouth filled to the gumline with the wrestler's blood. If JT looked rabid before, now he just looked demonic. All the while he had been taking great pleasure in hearing Roth scream, as well as doing his best to hold out under the rain of hammer blows and chest pressure that the dark man was throwing to his head and body. With his mouth disengaged, JT let go of Roth's leg and in between a stomp scrambled backwards on hands and ass, putting slight distance between the two. As he did so he hooted wildly, laughing, saying, "Now THAT'S more like it! THAT'S the Roth I like!" Bounding up to his feet as quickly as he could, JT winced harshly, fighting through the pain. Those shots from Roth packed a major wallop, especially now that he was pissed and serious. The big blond's head rang like a church bell and his chest felt numb. But it had been a long time since he'd felt this alive! Spitting Roth's blood onto the ground, JT put up his fists and continued saying, "Good taste, a lot like Aleece. Maybe when this is done I'll rape you too, just for the hell of it." JT spoke casually, grinning, not realizing that Roth probably didn't know what had happened. Now that was going to be a priceless face! As soon as he'd finished, JT rushed forward again, wanting to end the fight soon and enjoy his prize, before Roth tried to run away. The blond went low, looking to shoot under Roth's hands and seize him in both arms around the thighs, then slam him down, HARD. A classic double leg takedown. Just for extra ow factor, JT would dig his fingers into the gash on Roth's calf, using like a handhold to make the grab even more effective. « Last Edit: Oct 2, 2009 20:46:20 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   Andy Daws Mentor Swagger of a Cripple I'm The Bomb. No, literally, I blow stuff up. With my mind and junk. [send pm] Joined: June 2009 Posts: 2,192 Bragging Rights (Open) « Oct 5, 2009 15:52:00 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Now as dumb as Roth was he understood how he and other like him acted. He knew that JT would be chasing him down as he went to the bus, what he didn't count on was what JT had just said. It did nothing less then shake Roth to his very core. Anger, frustration, hate, surprise, numbness, pain, and a hint of love swarmed his mind only for a second. He stood there at the reality that what had happened. JT wouldn't be the kind of guy to play mind games. If he was going to say something that he did, it meant he did it, no bullshit. Thats what got Roth off. He originally had a plan, but now all that was left was rage and the urge...the need for blood. No words were said, and they didn't need to be either. Roth turned around a waited for JT to strike. There, he saw the sudden rapid rush from the blood eyed maniac and then made his own. Two great forces sprinting at top speed and full strength at each other. Just like before. Roth felt his torn and bitten calf pulse, swell and bleed, but right now it didn't matter. The two forces would collide with great power, Both going down at each other aiming for the legs. Roth saw his chance, his chance to hopefully break the neck of this mad dog. The Boston native felt the tearing of JT's claws in his wound as he began collision. Heres wear it would start. Roth's legs were spread evenly as JT rushed low, here Roth would miraculously place JT's head under his crotch. Every part of every second he felt his muscles flex and exert themselves to the point where it felt as if the hard pink protein builds were going to burst through his own skin. With all his physical and mental Might Roth would jump himself with the pushing momentum and spin, it was more famously known as The Canadian Destroyer. Now if by all the chance in th world Roth could pull this off then neither one of them would be able to stand after wards. Roth had already taken a hard rock to the head and an intense period of fighting and exerting himself. JT had the same exertion and took countless hay makers to the head. After the landing whether it was successful or not, Roth would be out of if. Laying on the ground, dazed, bloodied and totally exhausted. His only hope would be that JT has suffered from a similar fate. He knew everything he needed to know now. JT was his sworn and constant enemy. Nothing would ever set these two on the same path and nothing would stop them from fighting themselves to near death conditions every time they met. (ooc: Trying to put a 'draw' on this to really get into out fight with lights. =D ) Back to Top   Bio zev Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Bragging Rights (Open) « Oct 7, 2009 21:43:34 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top There was a guttural scream but the sound came out silently. But JT's face was unmistakable. He wasn't prepared at all for the flashy move. And fell right into it. It was a move that you'd expect from an anime, never to be done in real life. But there it was and there it happened. JT's head was caught, his waist was grabbed, and Roth flew over, sending JT's head flying, blasting, into the ground below. The hit was solid and dead on. In fact it should have snapped JT's neck. But as luck would have it, JT's head hit a slick patch of grass and skidded as he landed, dulling the killing edge of the slam. But the pain edge was still there. Oh dear god was it there. In the aftermath, two sweaty, bloody, swollen men were sprawled out on the ground. Both looked defeated, drained. Roth was still moving but not getting up. JT on the other hand was frozen, motionless. He looked dead. Then, suddenly...he sat up. It was like watching a horror movie. The big blonde sat right up, seemingly unfazed by the massive suplex. But his eyes...were white. Rolled up into his head. As had happened in his fight against Pain Killer, JT's senses had been knocked offline, but his animal desire to fight on remained active. But with the connection cut, all JT had were basic motor functions. He couldn't fight back in any way. Rising to his feet in shaky, halting movements, JT looked down at Roth on the ground with his whited-out eyes. Slowly, the senses began clicking back on, one switch at a time. His bloodshot eyes rolled back around. Feeble and drooling slightly, JT said, "Not...bad. Till next time...fucker..." It was a miracle. JT's higher functions had overrode his blood lust. The damage was too great. Self preservation was more important. And Roth looked defeated anyway. With that, Jt turned around and stumbled away, scuffing his feet on the ground, leaving for lord only knew where. The fight was over. With one man unable to rise and the other unable to fight, it had been a draw, a savage one at that. Two down, still no winner. Till next time... OOC: Thought you might like the Undertaker reference. « Last Edit: Oct 7, 2009 21:45:52 GMT -6 by zev » Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first