Experiment
Escapee
31 years
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Played by Scorch
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Post by Drew Schultz on Jul 14, 2016 10:45:32 GMT -5
With a place as packed as the Nightclub, he supposed it could hardly be surprising that there was an illegal fighting ring in the basement. Even if there were cameras in various places around the first floor, no one could be expected to keep track of individual people with the flashing lights and the low lighting. The sights and sounds were enough to give Drew a headache all by themselves. But when his boss mentioned that he made a bit of cash on the fights in the cellar, Drew knew that it was hardly idle conversation. Knowing how well Drew could handle himself, it came as no surprise that his boss wanted to make a bit extra on the fights.
Extra cash was hard to come by. Even if Drew came from a place where he was forced to fight, he would have been a fool to pass up the opportunity to make a few bucks on his most marketable skill. Even if it was a skill that brought back nightmares at the end of the day, it was really all he knew how to do. Until some fool tried to teach him knitting or something, what choice did he really have?
The basement wasn't quite as crowded or smoky as the top floor, thankfully. His sinuses still burned from the cigarette smoke that drifted down in the vents, but he could focus well enough not to get his head caved in. There was really only enough room for the square ring in the center and a couple of rows of seats on all sides, not that anyone was using them. Taken up in the excitement of the event, most of the spectators were pressing into the ropes on all sides, bellowing for the champion who they had bet on, and against the ref whose job was more to declare people unconscious, rather than enforce any organized rules. From where Drew stood, he could see the pair beating the snot out of one another, until the gray canvas cover of the ring floor was splattered red. Only once one of the men stopped trying to get up did the round end, and Drew's ears rang from the cheering and booing of the crowd.
Grunting deep in his throat in discomfort, he exchanged a glance with his boss and climbed into the ring. The referee was a hefty man, but there was hungry satisfaction in his eyes as he looked Drew over, noting the scars and the hard muscle that covered his arms and bare shoulders. Once someone handed Drew a roll of tape, he started wrapping his knuckles as he waited for the round to begin.
The winner of the previous round already had a bloody nose, but he grinned confidently at Drew, who he had only ever seen as the bodyguard of one of the mafia bosses around the city. If the thickly built Hispanic fighter could defeat Drew, he would probably be offered his job, and his rep would be boosted significantly. The lack of spark in Drew's eyes told him that the challenger didn't really want to be there, and that meant that he wouldn't be much of a challenge, despite his size and the muscles. Muscle size didn't always equate to strength, after all. Once the bets were taken, the ref cleared the ring.
"Fight!" he announced.
Coming from his corner, the Hispanic fighter lifted his fists and began to bounce back and forth on the mat, feinting forward a few steps to see what Drew would do. The wolf hybrid experiment didn't seem to react, only lifting his fists to waist level as he walked steadily forward. Grinning confidently, the Hispanic jabbed toward Drew's face, which seemed unguarded. His eyes widened as he found his fist caught in Drew's palm, and he didn't even see the follow-up jab that flashed lights behind his eyes as he found his jaw suddenly hurting. Blinking to clear his eyes as he leaned on the ropes, the Hispanic fighter looked back at Drew's emotionless face.
Spitting on the floor, the fighter took up his stance again and feinted another jab, only to kick at the side of Drew's knee with his heel. The blow connected, and Drew staggered for a moment, his dark eyes flashing yellow as the pupils dilated. His grunt of pain made the crowd cheer for the spare moment it took him to recover, and Drew grit his teeth. He needed to end this pointless fight.
The Hispanic fighter was confused for a second as he stared at Drew's eyes. Had they changed color? No, that wasn't possible, he had to be imagining things. What he wasn't imagining, however, was the spark of bloodlust that had just dropped into the challenger's eyes. For the first time, he wondered if the fight was really a good idea. His instincts were telling him that the man wasn't a fighter. He was a killer. People weren't supposed to die in this ring, but had anyone told the challenger that?
With a mild limp that was beginning to work itself out as Drew moved, the challenger crossed the ring in a few massive steps, dodging the champion's fists before throwing a punch of his own. The champion blocked it with his forearm, which would have been a good idea if the challenger didn't have the strength that he had. Even the Hispanic champion could hear the crack of his own wrist as Drew's fist fractured it, and he howled in pain for a short moment before Drew's slower but more powerful left clocked him across the temple. The champion was unconscious before he hit the mat, and Drew huffed a snort of derision at the thud that landed the former champion on the canvas.
The room erupted at the abrupt end of the match, and Drew glanced over to his boss, who was nodding and clapping with satisfaction written across his face.
"Who dares to challenge our new champion?" the referee called, glancing around.
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Solaris
Civilian
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Played by Akeekitty
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Post by Seraphina on Jul 26, 2016 20:34:02 GMT -5
Impresio Nightclub was the place to be tonight. The music was pumping, the dance floor was packed, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. The place certainly had a lot of energy which was something that Seraphina found enjoyable about the place. Sera was a little iffy on the whole clubbing scene though. She had nothing against a good dance party or anything. It was just...dancing was not really her thing. When Sera thought of a party she thought about drinking, smoking, maybe get into a little tumble with a stranger or two to lighten things up. She wasn't much of a dancer. So she never came here often. The only times she did was during ladies nights when she could drink as much as she wanted for free. The liquor, while not quite as hard as she normally liked it was really fancy looking and tasted all fruity and shit. It was a nice change of pace. She wasn't here to drink though, just like she wasn't here to dance. There was only one thing that brought her all the way out here late at night in a place like this. Tonight underneath the main party upstairs was a fight club. It had been awhile since Seraphina had been in the heart of the shady business that went under the average citizen's radar but she still heard rumors of some of the illegal dealings that went down in town. Most of it she didn't care about as much anymore. Why would she give a shit about some high paying jobs when she lived in a god damn mansion? This underground fighting thing though sounded like the shit though. She just had to come down here and sneak a peek at the show. Why? Because she was fucking bored that's why. There were some downsides to suddenly living it up in the luxury. Even with the all so respectable Prince Akhtar gone Sera still had eyes watching her like a damn hawk. She had to sneak outside the damn place just to fucking smoke. And drinking? Forget about it. The damn staff were trying to keep her off the stuff. She sneaked out often enough but that didn't stop her from getting pent up. It had been awhile since she had even seen a good fight, let alone participate in one. She needed to see some damn bloodshed before she went mad. It wasn't too hard to get inside. A quick flash of a few crisp dollar bills earned her entry to the basement just in time to see the main event taking place. God damn what a beautiful fight it was. Sera slipped into the crowd just in time to hear the announcer introduce the two contenders, the reigning champion, some grinning muscular hispanic dude, and some really beefy looking newcomer. Sera smiled as she looked them both over. She liked the look of the new guy. Seraphina had a good eye for spotting dangerous people, and this new guy gave her the chills. It wasn't just the fact that he looked like a massive wall of muscle that got her attention but the look in his eyes. This man knew how to fight. He wasn't fucking around unlike Mr. Smirky the champion. She knew who would win this one. The results were quick but satisfying none the less. Within minutes the fight was over and a new champion was crowned. Called it. The place erupted in cheers but when the referee called for volunteers to challenge the new guys title no one spoke up. Seriously? No one was gonna do it? Fuck that. “Hey yo ref!” Seraphina hopped on top of the table she had been sitting at to get the referee's attention. “I wanna fight the new guy!” She leap from table to table till she could jump up into the ring. “Come on let's do this!” The referee seemed too surprised by her appearance to say anything. Well if he wasn't gonna tell her no she would just do what she wanted. Seraphina slipped out of her outwear to the black short and tank top she had been wearing underneath her clothing (just in case she decided to get in on some of tonight's action. She undid the ribbon on the top of her head so she could tie her long white hair back up in a neat little bun and re-tie it with the pretty little thing as she smiled at her opponent. “Well the ref hasn't said anything but what about you big guy? You wouldn't mind taking me on would you? Its too damn early in the night for no one to challenge your new title. I might make things a little interesting right?” _________________ Tag: Drew SchultzHoly shit after so many years I finally replied. I am so sorry x.x
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Experiment
Escapee
31 years
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Played by Scorch
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Post by Drew Schultz on Jul 27, 2016 8:01:56 GMT -5
The roar of the crowd was more annoying than encouraging, grating against his sensitive ears, and he didn't respond to it. Instead, he headed back to his corner to wait for the next challenger. He knelt there, rubbing at his knee where it had been hit. The strike had hurt, but his joint hadn't been seriously damaged, and the soreness was already fading from it, thankfully. Though he had plenty of practice fighting injured, it was something to be avoided if at all possible. It wasn't until he heard a female voice that he stood and looked over at the girl, a frown playing about his lips. Sniffing slightly, his frown deepened. He wasn't sure what this girl was, but she certainly wasn't human. The fact remained that she was still a small girl, and he had never agreed to fight little girls.
Turning to look over at his boss, he received only a shrug in return. It seemed that his boss wasn't about to stop the fight, whether or not it was against a little girl. Still, Drew didn't feel right about it. Not at all. It wasn't as if he'd not killed innocents in the past, but he'd decided when he left that place that his days of hurting innocent people were over. But was she really as defenseless as she seemed? From her scent, he rather doubted it. He would just have to treat this fight like he would any other, which meant he would determine her strengths before doing anything.
He pressed his fingers along the edge of the tape, making sure that it wasn't coming up. There was a thin smear of blood on the edge of the white tape, but it wasn't anything that would require him to change it out. They weren't exactly over-concerned with sanitation in underground fighting rings. His steps were cautious and measured as he headed toward the center of the ring, and the official's loud call made him scowl for a second before he returned his attention to the girl. Although he didn't want to fight her, he was careful to keep the hesitation out of his eyes. If she was stronger than she seemed, his hesitation would only be a weakness that she could exploit.
Lifting his fists, he summoned her with a jerk of the head, his fingers flicking to draw her forward.
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