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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 2, 2013 23:21:25 GMT -5
Prompt- At first the action of joining an underground pit-fighters group would seem exceedingly violent. But that was at first. The thrill of the first fight is what changes it. No longer is it some barbarian pastime, no, it's now an addiction. The blood pumps, the body sweats, the fists slam and the bones crunch. That first fight drags you under, under to the world you didn't know existed. The world of fighting where it's not for survival, but to release the soul from the daily grind of modern life. That first fight changes your world and there's no going back.
The underground pit-fighters are a group of individuals that see no need in the daily modern life. They find their thrills in the circle with their peers, their brothers and sisters. These two was lead by two men (one a mohawked punk, the other a drab scientist). Both seem rather normal during the day, but under their disguise they are beasts. They punch, kick, claw and stomp until they or their opponent goes down. They started this to free those who wish to be freed form the daily grind. It's a therapy that comes only with pain and adrenaline. It's their answer to the world's problems and the rules go a bit like this:
1. First timers must fight.
2. If the opponent gives in, you stop, if they fall unconscious, you stop.
3. Keep the fighting here and nowhere else.
4. Fists and feet only, no improvisations.
5. Once you're in, you never leave.
(( I'll hop in a bit, I know Alex wanted one up, so here's the prompt setting the rules for the rest of the rp. >.<
DID I RIP OFF FIGHT CLUB ENOUGH? HUH HUHHHHH?))
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Post by vampirechicken on Jan 3, 2013 0:49:24 GMT -5
Two men danced around the ring, neither sure yet whether they should make the first move. Both were first time members, one a handsome man with purple hair, he had given his name as Silas. The other was tall and heavy built, blonde hair, stubble and fierce yellow eyes. He had introduced himself as Henry. Both men had removed their shirts prior to the fight and circled each other like wolves about to strike at each other with tooth and claw.
Henry spotted his chance and threw the first punch, knocking the other man in the jaw with a sickening crack. Silas recoiled and grunted in shock and pain, but a moment later flicked his head back and threw a punch of his own towards the others face. Henry dodged, rolling his head back out of reach and he brought a fist up into Silas' gut leaving his reeling and gasping for air.
Again and again, Henry hit him in the stomach twice more and then flung him onto the blood stained concrete.
Silas was persistant, although injured he staggered to his feet, launching another attack, hitting Henry a glancing blow on the side of the head. Henry surprised by the sudden burst of speed was taken off guard and knocked a few steps back. He was bleeding from a cut above his eye now and rage glinted in his eyes.
Suddenly Silas was taken down by a foot to the back of his knee as Henry recovered and delivered a spinning kick, Henry stomped him in the face several times until the blood from Silas' broken nose spilled onto the concrete leaving new stains where the old ones had been.
"I give up, I give up!" Silas spluttered, raising a bloodied hand to defend from another kick. Henry stepped back and stopped the attack, following the rules.
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Post by vladimir on Jan 3, 2013 17:25:12 GMT -5
The brothers had chosen a quiet corner out of sight of most of the activity, far away from the others and well concealed in the room's shadows. Ambrose held a cloth to his lip while he saw to his brother's split knuckles, a small bottle of cotton swabs and a jar of rubbing alcohol rested haphazardly on the crate he sat on, both bottles precariously close to the edge and in constant danger of falling. It didn't seem to matter, though; both men were intent on whatever conversation they were having.
"Ah'm sorry, ah'd have stopped you if I thought they'd make you join," Reinhardt said quietly as he watched Ambrose go to town on his raw hands. "Ah did it on m'own, it ain't no fault of yours," was his brother's curt reply, pausing to glance across the room at Reinhardt's first and most recent opponent. They were both new to this place, his brother and himself, and Ambrose had little experience in the matters of combat. He'd given in after the second punch, limped away to lick his wounds and left it at that. Reinhardt on the other hand seemed to have at least some knowledge on how to hold his own, and for a young man of his nature he'd done surprisingly well against Lucas, who had presently taken up a vulture like stance crouched on a distant crate while he recuperated alone.
"You're an idiot though," Ambrose whispered suddenly. "This ain't worth any amount of money, and ah don't think you've got a way out anymore." "Good," that reply made Ambrose look up suddenly at his brother's bloodied face. "Ah don't want a way out. Ah want my money," "Then ah best get a cut fer all m' pain." "You will."
The conversation was broken by the repeated shout of 'I give up, I give up!', the two glancing sharply in time to see Silence raise his hand in defense. It was a brutal show, but it was always a brutal show. "You will." Reinhardt repeated quietly as he observed the fight.
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Post by alexharvey on Jan 3, 2013 19:50:01 GMT -5
The ginger girl leaned on her Ankylosaurus, observing the fights between the men. There were hardly any women here today, not that she'd have to face one. Ruckus was lying at the far end of the hall, his favorite spot. Well he hardly left that spot to begin with, the girl lived on the streets, sometimes jobbing somewhere and Dinosaurs of Ruckus' size were hardly allowed on the streets, only under strict rules and a lot of papers. They had no papers. At all. Pru fondled his jawline and he gave a content growl.
Then she continued to wrap her knuckles with her bandages. Said used to be white, now they were darkened red, all the blood that she couldn't get out of them. She wrapped them thickly, because from past experience her fights ended all too quickly without her protecting her opponents from her blows.
She noted the new Blonde was not making any nice calls today, he was fast in perception and strong in reaction. The purple haired fellow was simply careless and clumsy, he wouldn't stand long.
She knotted the bandages closed with her teeth, taking off her t-shirt and wrapping it around one of her Dino's many spikes, so she was only in her hot pants and sports bra. She didn't have enough clothes to wear and she hardly cared for the exposure. Mostly it helped, revealing her frail frame usually made for the men not taking her serious, giving her an easy opening. She started walking and shoving through the spectators just when the purple guy gave up, stepping into the ring and smiling at the blonde, while blowing a few strands of her ginger pixie cut out of her face.
"You look like yer worth a fight", she exclaimed stretching her arms over her head before setting them on her hips, tilting her head and giving a fairly seducing grin. "Care to dance with me?"
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Post by Nisha on Jan 3, 2013 20:54:32 GMT -5
Throughout the crowds outside of the ring many were placing bets, some pumping up for their turn to tussel, others sitting out after loosing or winning their matches and tending their injuries. And very few doing anything else wise, one of these few was a woman whom hardly payed attention to the rounds what-so-ever hopping from person to person casually outside the ring. She wasn't supremely new here, she was actually a common sight after she had came across this place and won the few matches she had decided to participate in.
Here she played nurse, a drawstring bag stashed with many bandages, pain relievers, disinfectants and the like hanging from her shoulders. This place was a total goldmine for one with even a little bit of knowledge about treating wounds and offering fresh wrappings, for a small price of coarse. Eventually she ended up making her round over to the two brothers whom she hadn't really notice to much before, she knew at least that she hadn't fixed them up any she could never forget a face. "Need some bandages or meds here?" she asked the men, her eyes quickly glancing over the two's wounds. What she wore contradicted the fact that she rarely hopped in the ring, a tight white t-shirt and a pair of form fitting pants, and her silvery hair tied up in a pony-tail.
When the sound of another winner was heard, she looked back at the ring briefly which held another a pair of new faces. Neither of them in this world she knew, but she noted the fresh injuries she might be able to get a quick buck from as the purple haired man made it out of the ring. She raised a brow as a female entered in place now to fight the blond that was nearly twice the girls size but shrugged and looked back to the two brothers. "I can treat ya both for a few bucks" she suggested giving the two a sly smirk.
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Post by vampirechicken on Jan 3, 2013 22:35:41 GMT -5
Henry gave the woman an obvious elevator look up and down her petite body, and he snorted in laughter,
"I think you're in the wrong place sweetheart." he leered at her, wiping a smudge of blood from above his eye. "Brothel's down the street.... but since yer offerin'..." some of the crowd laughed, others who had seen Pru in action, gave each other amused looks. Henry was underestimating her and playing right into her hands.
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Silas approached Evelyn unsteadily, holding a bloodied hand over his mashed up face. He looked like he regretted coming here at all.
"Excumse me missh" he said with some difficulty
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Post by vladimir on Jan 3, 2013 22:50:03 GMT -5
"No, miss." Reinhardt answered immediately, glancing up at the woman. They were a rare sight down here, the vast majority of competitors were male and it seemed likely to remain that way, if the continually skewed gender ratio was anything to go by. Ambrose seemed bent on giving her a harsher refusal when his brother's boot slid up over the toe of his own and began pressing down sharply. Rey didn't want more trouble than was needed, and he trusted that a simple 'no' would suffice. While he wasn't opposed to being patched up, he had little love for these ring fighters and suspected his brother, as a fully trained surgeon, might be better for the job than a shotgun medic.
"Ah'm afraid we got no money for you anyways," he assured the silver haired woman, looking away for a moment as a loud, cumulative cheer went up from around the fighting ring. A girl had entered to take on the fighter from before, half his size at best. Curious. Now both brothers were looking. "This will be over quick enough," Ambrose muttered quietly. "Ah bet it will, but ah feel like it won't go th' way yer thinkin'." his brother replied quietly, curling his fingers over the knuckles of his maimed hand. It was sore from the punches he'd been giving, far more than his good hand. While most of the fingers still had all or almost all of the third joint left, the missing portions of the finger deprived him of support. Still, he didn't dare slack on using that hand; it would do him no good if people were to believe it was a weak spot on him, and he knew the only way to keep that from happening was to act staunchly as if it wasn't.
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Post by alexharvey on Jan 3, 2013 23:23:04 GMT -5
Pru took a fighting stance just as Henry casually flicked the brothel sentence out. She smiled but anyone who knew her saw in her eyes that she was pissed. Brothel was a cue word. And it triggered no good reaction. She usually didn't attack first but she couldn't wait to bash this face in.
Clenching her fists and preparing she used her left leading hand to beckon him, "I see you are experienced in brothel work, blondie."
She snickered, not waiting for him to angrily rage towards her, instead racing towards him in quick coordinated steps, using her leading left to make a punch at his head in order to distract him.
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Post by Nisha on Jan 3, 2013 23:57:11 GMT -5
Evelyn raised a brow at the two brothers as they rejected her cheep heathcare, granted she wasn't a fully degreed doctor, but she did take nursing in collage for a few years before she dropped out because of low funds. However, she did know quite a bit on patching up and even stitching... As well as knew her way around the human anatomy, making her a pretty good fighter by knowing some nasty pressure points and catching her rare opponents by surprise with a sharp pain and giving her an opening.
She shrugged off the red heads harsher comment "Suit yourself then" she stated and looked back at the fight as cheers roared, chuckling as the two brothers discuses the young lady stepping into the ring "I donno boys, Miss Pru has been here for a long while.. and she's a quick pickup" she stated, mentioning the fact that the younger gal usually was one to copycat techniques of many of those she fought or witnessed fighting.
Her attention drifted to the man that approached her, the one that had just gotten quite a quick beating from the other newbie. Her eyes darted over the man's injuries, he seemed to have trouble not only standing up strait but even speaking strait. "Oh hun.. come sit down" she said with a bit of sympathy, this was why she didn't fight to often she usually had a bit of a soft spot that showed up on occasion. She took the mans hand and guided him over to a crate not so far from the brothers, far enough that the two could feel like they had privacy but close enough that she was in earshot with her keen ears. "I'd help but I do ask for a few dollars" she stated, it wasn't that she was coning the injured fighters of the club but more of the fact that she did need to feed herself too.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 4, 2013 0:22:59 GMT -5
By the time Pru had stepped into the ring another person had come in. He looked out of place. Stylish dark glasses that adjusted to the lighting, a dark dress jacket and business casual clothing. He walked over to where the new members were nursing their wounds and gave a head dip to Evelyn. "Good evening," He mumbled it casually and walked over to the old dingy lockers in the corner of the room. In a few quick moments he unlocked the lockers, removed his jacket and other vestments, locked the locker again and made his way over to the new faces.
It was not uncommon to hear people talking about Pru, she made a big impact. But she still needed work. The shorter man sat down on a box next to the brothers and without looking up from fussing with his shoes he spoke. "I bet you a hundred she knocks him flat," he spoke casually to Ambrose. When he finally looked up he has started rolling up his sleeves. The man was short, but stocky and had shortish brown hair. His eyes looked confident behind his glasses.
Hindrick did not look like he belonged there. But for the newcomers, they would have no clue that he had started this whole thing two years ago. He just looked like a businessman that had wondered in and started a causal conversation. "So, how about it greenie?" he removed his glasses and set them aside, "Want to take my bet?"
((watch this, Henry wins and Hindrick looks like a fool. ))
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Post by vampirechicken on Jan 4, 2013 0:49:26 GMT -5
((Jeez I hope Henry wins, that would make Pru so maaaaad! X3))
Henry wasn't expecting her to attack quite so quickly, the grin dropped from his face in an instant, and was replaced by the look of hard concentration he had worn during his fight with the defeated Silas.
He shifted his feet apart into a steady fighting stance, it was close to impossible to knock him off balance when he was like this. He may have been new to the club but Henry was no fighting rookie, and he was built like an ankylosaurus.
"Bring it on ginger." he said, swinging his shoulders and head back, out of the way of her first punch. He sounded much less cocky now.
Henry was expecting another attack to follow, he stood his ground and observed her movements, prepared to block whatever she decided to throw at him next.
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Silas collapsed down on the crate as per her instructions, he really was in no state to speak or argue. He patted the pockets on his pants with his clean hand and found a wallet, flipping it onto the crate and suddenly keeling over again from a throbbing pain where he'd been punched in the gut.
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Post by vladimir on Jan 4, 2013 9:29:01 GMT -5
Allowing the silver haired woman to drift away in pursuit of someone else's money, the brothers assumed themselves largely alone in their little, shaded corner for a few moments. Then someone else spoke from behind them, and Reinhardt felt his shoulders slump a little. 'Don't get irritated,' he pleaded with himself. The day had worn his patience thin, which was saying something considering how tolerant he usually was of everything. Still, it would do him no good to start acting on the twinge of annoyance emerging at the back of his mind; he needed to save that violent for later. "Ah'm awful sorry sir. Ah'm not a betting man," he lied, turning away from Hindrick. Now it was his brother's problem.
Unfortunately for Ambrose, he seemed to find no fault in the offer. "Ah'll take you up on that," the doctor declared, leaning back and folding his arms. The way he saw it, Prudence was half Henry's size and probably even less than half in terms of strength. He lacked his brother's years of homelessness and the experiences tied to that, and while Reinhardt had never seen a girl take on a big guy like Henry, or really a girl take on anyone in general, he'd seen small guys best their hulking counterparts many, many times. He himself had learned long ago just how hard it could be to take on someone two or three times faster than you, how tiring it got, how important it was to end it before one's own patience and stamina was worn through.
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Post by alexharvey on Jan 4, 2013 11:31:05 GMT -5
((I have never done fight rp so i hope I'm doing it kinda right. Let's see if I can do this proper, wouldn't want to humiliate Hindrick :,D ))
Somehow her tactic kind of worked, the blonde had just brought his hands up in a defense, a quite proper one she had to admit, yet seemingly focused on his upper body, so she used the opportunity, while faking a punch with her strong right, she struck his unprotected flank with a low kick, approximately hitting the liver and making a quick step back to avoid a lose swing and hoping for any kind of effect. One of these moments Pru internally scorned her frail figure. Had she been a bit more muscle, he had already been doubling over.
"C'mon blondie I'm warming up!", she sneered. Throwing some lose but defined throws into his direction to tease and she started analyzing him. He had fought before, had a proper stance and an idea about technique. A tad too confident, and probably already pissed by the slight humiliation, making him angry would be easy and make him a bit sloppy because he would rely on his size and strength, which was undoubtedly apparent. She would have a bazillion of openings in no time, but a raging man could easily get twice as fast as before and IF she got hit by one of his unprotected fists she was sure it would take her out for good.
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Post by Nisha on Jan 4, 2013 14:14:43 GMT -5
Evelyn instinctively looked at the door as it was clicked open after setting Silas down. She was one that HAD to know who was coming in and out of here daily. She relaxed her shoulders when she recognized the Russian giving a respectful nod to him when he greeted her briefly "Evenin' sir" she stated with her more friendly smile. He was one of the more respectable men in this club, usually acknowledging that she can help tend wounds. Most of the others usually shoved her off once she was finished so that they could just leap back in and get banged up again even when she tells them its a bad idea.
She turned back to her patient as a wallet slapped against the crate, seeing a few dollars poking out of it she took the opportunity to slide out the amount she would ask and sat the wallet back on the crate. She quickly looked over his wounds once more before crouching down as she slid off her bag, dropping the money inside, and shuffling inside it to drag out a bottle of water and a small bottle of Tylenol, handing over the bottle and two of the pills. "These will help with the pain" she stated as she reached back in the bag to pull out a cloth rag and pressed it to his mouth and chin to soak up the blood.
From not so far away she could hear the brothers and Hindrick chatting a bit, she knew her old friend Pru was a good fighter. However, the blond had finished the man in front of her pretty quickly and with some nasty injuries. She felt a bit of a twinge of annoyance as the brothers took the bet, knowing that she had been lied to instead of any honest answer. She decided to maybe bring Ambrose's hopes up about Henry winning and maybe make the guy feel confident into bidding Hendrick more then what was said. "I don't know sir, that man had left this guy with a concussion in only a couple minutes. It'll be a pretty close fight" she called over to Hendrick, looking back at him with a neutral expression, anyone that would have known her knew what she was playing at with the remark.
"Lean back on the wall, relaxing is better for your ribs then clenching every muscle you have into them" she instructed Silas as she gently pressed on his shoulder to push him back on the wall behind him. " try not to pass out, I'll be right back" she stated getting up from her crouched position on the floor and hurrying off back into the crowd.
She soon returned with a small towel filled with ice for him to set on his bruised head. "Do ya know or think any ribs are broken?" she asked as she gently set the iced rag on his head and picked up one of his hands with her other for him to hold the 'bag' instead of her.
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Post by GingerMetuchenPI on Jan 4, 2013 16:29:13 GMT -5
The Russian didn't even bat an eye at the remark he got from Reinhardt. The boy seemed to avoid the conversation rather quickly, so he was probably already betting or lying. Not that he minded. People did as they pleased, they were not subject to his whims. Though it looked like the blond man was taking his bet. He smiled and gave a nod. "Good, shake on it?" he leaned back and held out his hand, which was slightly bandaged. Though he heard the silver haired woman speak up, so he listened to Eveyln's assessment of the situation.
He gave a small laugh and looked over to her. "I think she'd do just fine, as long as she doesn't tired herself out," he smiled and leaned back to look at Ambrose. The silver haired nurse was someone that easily gained his respect in the few months she had been here. She was willing to fight, as well as offer cheap health care. Most of the fighters here had no idea how to handle their injuries and she had the gentle hands to fix that. As well as the strength to fight.
Some of the members likened her to that mother they never had, which he found rather funny. But that meant that the club cared for her, even if some were too thick headed to take her offers. Or get over her pickpocketing. But the Russian focused back on Pru, who was taking some quick jabs at Henry and using her natural speed. The girl had improved over the years, but she was till a bit erratic. Hindrick was also interested in seeing how this big fellow fought. All the new members were always so interesting and adorable.
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