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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 10, 2009 0:58:25 GMT -5
Guns N' Motherfucking Roses In the jungle... you gonna DIIIIIIiiiIIEEEE [/u][/center] Victor lifted him, up and over, the boy's claws digging into his well muscled chest, drawing blood, Victor's eyes widened and he smiled, his whole being was enjoying the multiple senses flashing around him, his mind, his soul, his existance being defined by this one moment. He threw himself backwards, ramming the boy's head into the concrete, and feeling the black top slash against his back as the asian pulled him down into it. Victor looked at the clouds for a brief moment as he fell and hit the ground, the shapes where calming, terrifyingly tranquil in this moment of chaos, Victor truly did choose the strangest times to appreciate the little things. Quickly Victor raised his left foot, the boy having been flipped over him proportianately his head would be right by Victor's ass, his torso by Victors side, just as Victor's head was now by the boy's glutes, and they where both staring at that same beautiful sky. Victor's arms would launch forward, grabbing the other kids arms and hopefull holding them in one place, keeping the boy trapped in that one spot Victor's left foot came down with a swift motion, followed by his right foot, and his left again in a wild flurry of kicks aimed for Z.E.B.'s face, trying mostly to hit with his heel, or the arch of his foot. as he continued his attempted pummelling he would try to suddenly let go and roll out of the grapple to jump back up onto his feet and get back into his brawling fighting position
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Post by "Z.E.B." on Sept 10, 2009 1:43:05 GMT -5
...O---
OW.
Fuck. Even in the dimly lit shadows of Victor's glorious ass[/sarcasm] (...well... wait.), the back of Z.E.B.'s head resounded all the way to the front, viewing up at the sky, through the archways of Victor's legs.* * * * * * * * * * * * * "YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD!"
"FACE BREAK!""..."
"...You're an azzhole, Tai."* * * * * * * * * * * * * Winded even further, sure that the back of his head was bleeding... and only able to see out of one eye---no wait, that wasn't any different from usual---it took the chink a few moments to realize that his face was getting stomped on. Repeatedly. But instinct was kicking in... His head was slowly rolling from side to side, still getting hit, but letting more of the hits roll off. Didn't mean it hurt any less, of course. No, it was a bit of a hell. But then, he'd endured hell and worse. A few things pretty worse then this---No. He wouldn't break just from this.
Instead, while he was still able to, his hands were---fack. Held in place. Resigning this, it was either dig deeper or attempt to force his way out. The difference in strength however, was too subtle to prove effective to try and pull off in a forcible short-term---It would end in a long-term struggle to push his own hands and arms even harder then Victor, which was trying so hard to hold his hands in place. Hell... Victor's hands were even stronger.
...Deeper and deeper still, though. He'd push his nails, even though it felt as though they were about to break.---And then suddenly, the grip on his hands would release, as Victor would try to roll away.
Attempt to.
The same way that Z.E.B. would try to tear a bit more, and drag his nails into Victor, before finally letting him lose, his finger nails feeling like they were on the verge of snapping out of their sockets.
However, while the chink did take many hits, he'd roll forward, as soon as all that silly business was done, huffing, puffing... but there was a strange twinge, appearing as though he was still strong.---Was he holding back? No, couldn't be... he was hunched over slightly, his face beaten up, his face slightly smashed... Almost unrealistically. A bloodstain visible from his left eye. And still, at the realization in these few seconds, he grinned.
...As he'd suddenly smash his foot forward into the concrete, cratering his foot into it, shooting miscellanious bits of broken-off pieces of cement debris at Victor.
That was, before he'd take a right step forward, keeping his distance of two feet, utilizing arm superiority. What was he doing?
His hands, his nails, well, his left hand would be thrown in a small punch, expecting Victor's left hand to come out instinctively to catch it. But opposed for going for a vital point, Z.E.B.'s right hand would suddenly reach for the back of the supposedly catching hand of Victor's, and attempt to tear into the back of it. Perhaps lightly, but enough to sting.
...Although, with this much adrenaline pumping, the stinging sensation, if the strike was successful, would probably only take effect a little later (3 rounds from now?).
The complete movement of his left hand being caught, and his right hand slashing into the back of his hand would be in a "tiger-stance-style" rip-off, quickly attacking and pulling inward, retreating at the same time, his feet switching naturally, changing up his stance into a sudden retreat.
...However, if Victor would rush him first... well, first Z.E.B. would begin to back-up, and then...* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Zis fighter is gut...""...I PLACE PUSSY-WHIPPING CLAW-MAN IN DEFENSE MODE!""...Shut up."
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 10, 2009 1:58:08 GMT -5
Victor felt Bamf's claws digging deeper into him before he rolled away, he felt the skin rip away from his chest as the claws where forcibly removed from his rolling motion, felt refreshing in a way, the adrenaline keeping the stinging to a dull roar
Victor sneered, the usual pretty boy aspect of him was no longer present as his originally white wifebeater slowly began to turn red, he hadn't bled in a long time, in any shape or form
he pulled into his brawling stance, his left hand out loose to push away any punches, and his right hand balled into a fist for follow-up.
Z.E.B baited him, throwing a left punch, Victor instinctively reached forward with his left hand, though his brain told him not to, and he felt Z.E.B.'s right claws scratch at his knuckles, this guy was all about the tearing aspect of it.
Victor's right fist had already been sent flying of its own volition toward Z.E.B's Jaw, if it hit, Victor would follow with another right hook and then jump forward and push kick him in the gut.
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Post by "Z.E.B." on Sept 10, 2009 2:15:25 GMT -5
"AHH! MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL MODELING CAREER!" ...This fellow must've gone through a lot of fights. The concrete debris flying about him didn't even make Victor flinch.
The anticipated punch.
...Yeah, so caught up in his own actions, Z.E.B. still mananaged to move his head backwards slightly... But the knuckles still connected, ever so slightly---
*RIGHT HOOK*
Something flew out of Z.E.B.'s head. No way would he be able to---
...His head downward, his hands still out in front of him slightly... For an ordinary fellow? Impossible... Or just highly improbable. But Z.E.B. wasn't a pansy... Nor did he shy away from the pain, regardless of how it knocked at him so, throbbing throughout his head, coursing through his body. Reacting on how the hat slowly began to slide off with blood, as the blood would continously poor from his left eye socket, grinning, his right eye revealed for the first time.
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Eyelids stiched almost completely shut. His face looked like it was melting...
...That was, if Victor got a chance to see it in this moment.
For while the right hook would stun "Z.E.B.", it'd only take the "chink" a moment to recover to reach out and attempt to grasp for Victor's shins, or failing that, Victor's thigh as Victor would attempt to jump-thrust-kick him.
Either way, in that position, the hit still came threw. But if the grip was successful... Well, the chink would just smile, ever so evilly, before letting the momentum of the kick throw him backwards, stumbling backwards---letting his claws tear along down the right let.
However, if successful, he'd pause for a moment, and stare at Victor, smiling a little less.* * * * * * * * * * * * * "...Why'd he stop?""Fool. Victor'z an excellant grappler... He could've von easily, had he continued on vith the grappling match. Z.E.B.'z too tall...""So you mean---""...Iz Victor holding back? Or just in the heat of the moment?"...Although, with how the battle was carrying on... He couldn't help but smile. If it truly had resulted in a grappling match...
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Would Tai be able to stop "him"?
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 10, 2009 2:27:20 GMT -5
Victor felt the searing down his leg, but part of him really could care less...
he just punched a dudes MOTHERFUCKING EYEBALL out...
like... RIGHT OUT
could Victor go to jail for that?
that was a good question...
He breathed heavily, his arms shuddering, he realized he should have kept to grappling, that was his strength, but it was too late now, and he was going to lose, he knew it, but he lost every single fight he had at this school, so it really only seemed natural
but he had never let that stop him from continuing on well after he knew he was done before. his first fight it had taken someone to almost electricute him to death, his second fight they had to light him on fire, his third fight only the grace of it being a good frined of his saved them from an ass-whooping, and so on and so on.
Victor's deep blue eyes gleamed as he looked at the man monster before him, stitches and make up falling to the floor now to reveal someone who clearly was not a zipper eyes bamf
Victor had been pissed before, now he was simply livid
someone would betray peoples trust to act like a completely different person, to put victor into a test? Victor was a lot of things, he was an asshole, and he had his nasty tendancies, but he was no ones... and I mean NO ONES play thing to be tested
in the moments that had passed by as Z.E.B had clawed down Victor's leg Victor could finally feel all the scratches, all the pain, the searing left hand, the pockmarked chest, the now ripped leg, and there went some of his best pants.
Victor fell to one knee, allowing it all to hit him, to soak in.
with luck, this little feint would get Z.E.B's attention, he would come forward... it didn't matter how, he could run at victor, he could walk, hell he could even JUMP at Victor
just close enough for Victor to launch up at the last moment, grab him by the throat, chokeslam him to the ground, and not let go... just keep on choking as he would use his free hand to pound this guy in the face until no one could even tell who he was anymore
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Post by "Z.E.B." on Sept 10, 2009 2:53:05 GMT -5
...Perhaps... Hm.
The "chink" slowly grabbed for his face, tearing off the remaining charades of his "skin," as he slowly began to tear off his clothing. Revealing darker shades of the real man. Tearing off his "arms," his "hands"... everything, as he slowly walked towards Victor, eyeing the fellow.
Slow and deliberate. Fully well aware of what would happen to him.
Finally, before the man, with his right index finger, he'd slowly cut the stiches over his right eye, and suddenly he'd see Victor in full for the first time ever. And Victor would see the broken down, worn old fellow in front of him. Just a near-sighted future ahead of this man, yet...
It was enough. For a last moment, he'd look back at his "boss," before looking forward, only to get a throatful of hand around his neck, lifting him up with the momentum, before being violently slammed into the ground, his earth cratering into the concrete below. Blood seeped out the back of his head, as his already scarred-up face was beaten further by Victor's rage.
...Yes. The perfect canidate, situation given. One of the few real monsters, perhaps, in 42.
The "boss" would nod to this, towards Tai, who only smirked, as he walked towards "Z.E.B."(OOC: Victory given to Victor "Break" D'Armond. +1 EXP To Victor "Break" D'Armond & Z.E.B./"Unfettered") "Mind if I join in?"...*METAL PIPE TO THE GERMAN'S FACE*
*...REPEATEDLY*
=D!?
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 10, 2009 11:37:56 GMT -5
Victor gave a sneer, then it turned into a smile, this german man... whoever he had been... was quite the fighter, and Victor respected that. and though Victor did not often get angry, he did not often show his frustrations, he had to admit, that had felt REALLY great. "Go ahead, he's all yours" Victor would say to tai as he got up, turning away before he could see the metal pipe smash into the german's face. honestly he didn't want to kill the guy, he looked worn and beaten by the world as it was, and to be fair Victor wasn't mad at HIM, he was simply releasing frustration at the school and with the inadequecy of his own life. to be perfectly honest, he really rather liked that guy, he was a cheeky bastard, and Victor could totally relate with that.
Victor stood, feeling the sting go through his entire body, suddenly his pains where catching up with him, so many scratches. Victor turned toward the identical german man standing only so far away, snow white hair, and a thick accent, how strange. Victor was a good deal German himself, hence his blonde hair and blue eyes, so he was actually quite interested in meeting this strange man, who at one moment would gladly take out first aid and heal his own henchmen, but would then throw Z.E.B into the fray and order his henchmen to brutalize him after an already horrific loss
though Victor couldn't shake the feeling that Z.E.B had a bit more in him
Victor walked, limping a little on his right leg which trickled blood to the cement below, walking over to the german man and flashing his signature big smile.
"Alright... I beat your dude... so whats this all about?" Victor asked with a little laugh, honest interest. he loved interesting people... this man seemed... interesting
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